and laughed. As the landscape cracked and bled. Behind the barrier. . Well I still don't know how he did it. And I wonder how high it goes. I only know that life goes on. For the lucky ones here
If you're the bird. Whenever we pretend it's summer. Then I'm the worm. I know the part, it's such a bummer. But fair is fair. If my segments get separated. I'll scream. And you'll be there
