And I know...
my state is not an ocean, not an island, not a road.
If I don't know where I come from, how do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at, it's where your going...
and I am going home. [...]
How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton? [...]
Picture that: I said "Nah, I just got one of them faces
placed next to an expiration date that changes." [...]
And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways.
Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved.
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay.
And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways.
Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved.
I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways.