And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.
In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.
You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.
Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?
Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely
These days, you’ve gotta milk a dollar out of every dime.