I am a looking glass
This shadow is a blank canvas.
certain people paint this empty page
unaware of themselves as artist.
I offer nothing-
Understand? I guess emptiness is mistaken for...
but honey!, you're looking at a ghost.
(In me, they see reflections of themselves.)
You'll realize you're wrong wrong wrong wrong
It is 2 (:25) am now, but when the sun is setting here its vastness o'er this city is terrifying juxtaposition, and I am never sure if these trains are melancholy or emotionless, dead and cold and looking out, I find some sort of romance in desolation
and maybe that's what I model myself after.
certain people paint this empty page
unaware of themselves as artist.
I offer nothing-
Understand? I guess emptiness is mistaken for...
but honey!, you're looking at a ghost.
(In me, they see reflections of themselves.)
You'll realize you're wrong wrong wrong wrong
It is 2 (:25) am now, but when the sun is setting here its vastness o'er this city is terrifying juxtaposition, and I am never sure if these trains are melancholy or emotionless, dead and cold and looking out, I find some sort of romance in desolation
and maybe that's what I model myself after.