With a six string guitar and a polaroid of god,
I walk like Jesus through the beer cans on the lawn
If we could just pretend like when we were kids
that none of this is real except the spaceships
then i, might step into the sky
that cloud looks like you my tortured lullaby
and why, would i turn water into wine,
when wines the reason i lost god the first time,
on the porcelain floor of the 15th aisle
right between acceptance and denial
in some ray ban shades that keep my mind contained
and help me see this world more in shades of grey
i won't lie, i feel sorrow,
i wanna wake up and not feel this hollow tomorrow
So, we got the rough drafts of the mixtape tracks back.
My Delirium
And in other news, now that i've begun to understand it, im in love with autotune.
