I made it out of my bad times
And I'm proud of myself
I called my parents
Haven't done that for a while
And I'm proud of myself
The sky is quiet
Not softer or darker
But quiet
And I'm happy
All the colors of green
They wear me out
I wanna see death in every angle
Like I'm light
I wanna feel everything
But not anything
Ah-ha!
Someone's mad at me
And I don't reality
If they were quiet
I'd feel less
I felt the thirty-fifth emotion
I've ever felt
Someone's mad at me
And I don't reality
Oh
If they were quiet
I'd feel less
The sky is quiet
Not softer or darker
But quiet
And I'm happy
The boy is not here
Has not been for centuries
But it feels real to me
Not at all what I dreamed but something distinct
The image pursues me
The boy is nothing if not quiet
Silent
And
Deep down
I think I feel happy