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so do I fly past the magnificent sun
with wings painted
and in your hands you hold the brush
and in your heart are the colours I lack
Sentimental crap. If I lay down forever, will the bed eventually crash under my heavy body or will I eventually slide through the fabric like drops of sweat and drain into the wooden floor down below? If I think about a person hard enough to see them in my eyes without closing them, will they be able to see me when they turn around, even if I'm not really there? Ah, but they'd have to care to see first. But doesn't seeing them mean that in some way I am there? Like an unnoticed fluttering butterfly in a wall. Losing meaning when caught in a cobweb. Struggling struggling... I wonder if there's someone out there, thinking about me? I wanna see them. I wanna know who it is. I wanna care.
with wings painted
and in your hands you hold the brush
and in your heart are the colours I lack
Sentimental crap. If I lay down forever, will the bed eventually crash under my heavy body or will I eventually slide through the fabric like drops of sweat and drain into the wooden floor down below? If I think about a person hard enough to see them in my eyes without closing them, will they be able to see me when they turn around, even if I'm not really there? Ah, but they'd have to care to see first. But doesn't seeing them mean that in some way I am there? Like an unnoticed fluttering butterfly in a wall. Losing meaning when caught in a cobweb. Struggling struggling... I wonder if there's someone out there, thinking about me? I wanna see them. I wanna know who it is. I wanna care.