walk on the land. live in the clouds.
I went into the room and I lay down a while
I’m waiting for the perfect time to go outside
And so I drew the blinds, so I could kill the light
But little did I know that I’d already died
I wasn’t born afraid
I wasn’t born at all
I was imagined by my mother in her parents car
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