Pedestrians

I wear a small mask of disaffection
Give me a free hand and a notion
Of pretty ignorance
But I open up distortion
Of what is meant to be reclaimed
And I broke down

Head to pedestrians
Sweat in mid-day sun
While my bitter spirit smoke's
Slowly burning up my lungs

Navigating plastic sentiments
A shallow pool of regrets
Another wasted night
I saw new colors in my head
But I didn't see god
And I sure didn't feel love

Head to pedestrians
Sweat in mid-day sun
While my bitter spirit smoke's
Slowly burning up my lungs

Lit by baroque lighting in the backseat of the van
Smoke sound waves kissing our hands
My body's washed out TV tropes
Smoke now dances through my amp
I met eyes with the front seat, a stranger
I locked eyes with an old friend
I wanna get lost in my room
Because I'm waiting to become who I think I am

Head to pedestrians
Sweat in mid-day sun
While my bitter spirit smoke's
Slowly...
Burning up my lungs!

Head to pedestrians
Sweat in mid-day sun
While my bitter spirit smoke's
Slowly burning up my lungs



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