Trees are falling, more than leaves. Make it easy, blame it on me. Pleasure digging, melts away. Lizard chasing, hey Im not insane. I like, I like, I like chasing them for fun.
Everythings moving backwards. Its been that way for so long. When all my cries like butterflies. Drift slowly away. I cant relate to no one. Sifting through all my so called friends.