There's a word for every hope and every triumph It gets pushed back You forget to...
Time's a mental distance we place when it gets too hard or painful Then it turns to separate rooms then separate states then separate thoughts. No! Could they pinpoint single moments?
Give more time to think this through or find it out or slow it down Just slow it down
Something stands on the surface No! The dream of what's underneath No! No! A flash of bigger, older No! No! Just a glimpse of a hint of… No! No! No! And there are times when I am sleeping when my head and limbs are far apart. The separation never touches No! No! the type of things that I should realize. No! No! No!