white ferrari
ocean, frank
bad luck to talk on these rides
your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
how was i supposed to know anything?
i didn't care to state the plain
you left when i forgot to speak
basic takes its toll on me
i care for you still and i will forever
that was my part of the deal
spending each day of the year
some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
mind over matter is magic
if you think about it it'll be over in no time
i'm sure we're taller in another dimension
you say we're small and not worth the mention
clearly this isn't all that there is
can't take what's been given
you dream of walls that hold us imprisoned
least that's what they call it