Myth

Is this my odyssey?
Will I return from the journey?
Or am I just moving from A to B?
Accidentally creating the myth of me
Being bogged down in putridity
We were looking for adventures with the products of alchemy

There were small sachets of magic hidden somewhere in the streets
We would collect them, dead bird pop a bit than have some mysteries
I'm down on my brother's couch feeling very insecure
Flying high in the anxious sky, having visions so obscure
Getting my guts inside out, all the wound and injuries
Then walking through the dusty summer, I'm dissolving in the breeze
I'm playing tricks on my mind, oh I don't want to go home
Don't want to talk to my parents, I want to stay out and roam
I want to leave very soon, a new career, a new town
I want the dullness to end, I want it all to break down

Is this my odyssey?
Will I return from the journey?
Or am I just moving from A to B?
Accidentally creating the myth of me
All I really want to do is make use of the days
Find some balance, have a good time in the maze



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