Maybe this, made for two, maybe you. But I can't put a Fy's apple pie in my mind. With distractions that happen. Refraction that matters is clear. Disappear in an empty room.
Wanting meaning, wanting more than the same things. Wanting everything, just to start at the ending. I found another face to show. Just because what you say is what will go.
Late at night. I'll run through the streets and empty corridors. I'll find my counterpoint. Inside a red room locked behind a door. . I keep holding my head up holding it up.