Pouring out the plastic paint
Thought my hands were full of clay
Now I'm drinking 7-up
Joseph's dad's a ladies man
He's sinking into what he can
I thought I looked with both my eyes
Said life was only half my size

Stay inside ignore all that motion
Build a stranger in my mind
Giving context to a still life

Take a picture and black out
I'm know I'm higher in the cloud
The irony of how I die
When I shut my eyes too tight

There's a wall within that forward motion
Makes me lonely-rational
Molding nonsense from a cycle

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Writer(s): Cleo Mae Tucker, Harmony Lee Lebel Tividad