All I can think about is rainy days in the summer
High temperatures, warm winds, nights where love blossoms from cement
The loneliest flowers bloom together
Connected by the Universal string
We are chosen
High fashion seems to drift to idealisms
I like reality, a humble pleasure
Rice and basil give me comfort
Guilty for all that I'm becoming
I don't wanna be greedy
I enjoy the solitude of broken mirrors
Ponder questions answered by the streams
Life's not what it seems
Holding onto answers long forgotten
Open cans of worms like it's my job
I have more than lust for life
I wonder, undecided
Why my ego takes precedence when I've destroyed it
Countless times I remember myself in the moment
Constant meditation on awareness
How do I decide what I'm deserving?
How to compromise without negating purpose?
I don't wanna be greedy
I enjoy the solitude of broken mirrors
Ponder questions answered by the streams
Life's not what it seems
I don't wanna be greedy
I don't wanna be greedy
Greedy