How can the word love, the word life, even fit in the mouth?
Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.
Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?
The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
That's exactly it—I am crazy sad, and somewhere deep inside, all I want is to fly.
Dreams change, yes, that makes sense, but I didn't know dreams could hide inside a person.