There are cool hazelnut colored streets
A cold mocha colored sand beneath the struggling tires of the 5pm commuters
I'm only a seventeen year old with a flowered print scarf and bitten fingernails
There is plenty of me that is artificial
Are you a whole hearted natural human ?
Sometimes when I drive while it's snowing
It's fucking eerie,
I don't do it on purpose, my mind, my mind, my mind
Sitting still inside while the cocaine sky gets the front lawn high
I sometimes see it all move
The tiles surrounding the fire place,
The magazines on the coffee table
I think it's 'cause of all the acid I used to do
Quiet, fucking winter
Get loud, and get cold
