anger starts when you decide to go back home terrified from all that you’ve seen scratching sounds coming from your telephone fading lights through your tv screen
if you feel what i am feeling i don’t know what to say or to believe guess we got it wrong i’m sorry should have known too slow for you and way too fast for me
thousand times the weight on your shoulders now lifted like a jet aeroplane light like feathers falling down slowly something keeping you in your game
powered by the things you dream when you’re asleep lightening strikes upon your head the ground starts shaking hard and loud below your feet while laughter’s coming from beneath your bed