[When.I'm.21.point.5]
If I had my way I'd make my own reality. Seperate myself from perception now and angle everyhing a different way. Pain could be pleasure and I could pick out my emotion like I do my socks. Living in a dream that I'd never wake up from. And everyone would be like that. Everyone angled just a little different. I'd meet someone to dance to the music on top of buildings with me. And we'd channel the vibrations through eachother. We'd shoplift diamonds and go out in wedding dresses and tiaras. We'd party in the Blue House with Sara. And then I'd kiss him in the middle of the city, the search lights just knicking his calf. The rain would drip on my face from his hair. Swaying our hips in Chinatown. Maybe this is a plan. A revolution.
