I do this thing,
Where I blow up my own mind.
And despite the tragedy it leaves,
I still like to scatter the pieces,
In the vain hope that one day,
It’ll cause something beautiful to grow.
I do this thing,
Where I blow up my own mind.
And despite the tragedy it leaves,
I still like to scatter the pieces,
In the vain hope that one day,
It’ll cause something beautiful to grow.