I got this feeling that everything about the world
Is growing old without you
I hit a ceiling and my feet are kicking up the dust
Magazines litter my bedroom floor
But I'm bored of them too
I think it's seeming like I really need a place to go
Day Dreams
Lucid and lovely
New worlds
New worlds are blooming
It kinda seems like everything about this life is just momentary
I catch a wave but keep on crashing on the same old shore
Would you be anything without your words?
Cnd just know your story
I need a place I've never seen or heard about before