3000, 100 Points, 100pts, Gummy Octopi - Heavy Heavy Low Low

Always.

Always, always, always,

we breathe in sighs and breaths of desperation.

Something always seems to make its way in.

and I end up looking paranoid,

I call 'em out, you can call 'em out,

see if they listen.

They never do.

Something always seems to make its way in,

bad case of day dreams.

I do not mind,

I will pick from the tree of life all day,

everyday,

I just need to take a breath and realize that I have got a very big problem,

chapped lips unhinge,

I’m losin' my friends,

I need a break from living older