it's that better feeling
the one when sunset sends you reeling
when it turns out what you're stealing
was yours to take all along

it's like you light your heart on fire
to find it only takes you higher
and you are followed by a choir
that turns your yearnings into song

oh, isnt this everything you want?

i think, therefore i am.. 

confused.

ignore it. press on.

Masks of orange powder
Don't crack around her lips
Lines of black getting thicker
Daily
But she can't see them
 

spin a little slower,
i find myself dizzy.
like the world said, "let's make her feel even more busy!"