I can't help but wonder if the lost men are trailing me, if they're behind, so far
Stopping at a red light
Upside down and inside out
Strait up, down at light speed
Reality is what happens when the brain gets tired
Of course you're right, seeing
as how the final actions of
The ones I love
Let me go
Help them to see
Second person dreariness
I don't really care
Fall through the cracks of existence
Into the crevasse of eternity
Forgotten by a blind God
A blind God
Just let me be
Don't let me go
Memorize this, Enslavement
Yuppies drowning in seas of self-pity
Oh, how I love the chaos of organization
Sunlight meandering lazily above
Black sky, and the clouds are gone
Picnic tables, stars, and cramped necks
Cold air in my lungs
Oh, how I love the organization of chaos
Oh, how I love you
-Cameron White
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