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I sometimes think there's a man behind my window
And sometimes it's not a man, it's two
Or a pidgeon
Or a tree.
I used to see the world in black and white
But as the contrast grew, my view of this oval kingdom crumbled.

As if I wouldn't wait for you
My reasons are few, but my drive is a bomb
A time-bomb that will explode at random
Into lemonade and heroes.

The only time I didn't wake up
And the sky's already this yellow
A penny for a knife or I'll take your life
Making your life more valuable than a coin.
Sit down the stairs are melting into my vortex is made of spirals of eyes within eyes within eyes closed for the duration of the movie sucked so I got high instead.

Will you open your head
Happy for you
You are a joy
A toy for dogs
A loyal companion, drooling beside me
Reminding me of all the time that's running out.