I've felt this way
Like my face is pushed up against the wall with no paint
At a table
Without a constant sense of what I want to do with this
How consistent could I be
When I repeat looking around
All over over over
I feel I'm standing in a concrete floor
Looking around looking up looking up looking up
I've felt this way
I've felt this
Looking around, looking up looking up looking up
I've felt this way
I've felt this
Looking around, looking up looking up looking up
Looking around, looking up
Looking around, looking up
How inconsistent, the colors flow
The shades inside my heart represent the movement
Look out the cold window
To remember brings worry
I want to think about
Think about it