i was lying on my back in a bed of freshly pressed flowers like a petting zoo where flowers pet humans when two birds came and carried me to a cloud of minty fresh and told me to a pick a star so i did and it became a setting sun and then in my ears i could hear whispers and hot breath and then i saw below me a meadow where she walked alone because she wanted to be and i said No but the birds took me there and we met in a that place where nothing changed - the flowers only bloomed never wilted, the sun only set when we closed our eyes, the wind only blew if we willed it to, and the rain had a switch we could hit for wetness - and in this vacuum what you might think is impossible could happen forever just by thinking
my voice still is climbing walls
and my heart is all wrapped in ice
and the stuff waiting inside my head
never thinks twice
can't u hear the screaming squid?
dying cuz the water's hotter
i'd rather be a winged insect
a minute means more when it's 1/60 of your life
you gotta keep moving toward the light
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
