They took a picture And from this cold lightning living me through So I feel like an alarm clock Fire came from my mouth Is pushing me around And Im not loving and Im not hating Im not creating Im losing my friends and my young dreams That was vicious air spilled in my face out of love And out of love Keep walking If I did the same thing 500 times Could you see it in the dark? I trust the weather I try to make the bodies give me strength Do we see them in the yard? Who cares if theyre rolling in bed? Theres only darkness upstairs Does love sit cold til you put it somewhere? Do objects split it at your heart? I dont see that anymore Im colder and colder and colder
colder, upstairs, object, hating, creating