I Forgot 2 And A Half Days

I am here, and you are here,

but we are not really here at all.

Chew them up,

build the fort,

The sky is a palette painting our demise.

All the colours are overwhelming (indecipherable)

Warnings, just keep those blanket and pillows coming, and turn those f**king lights off.

As long as we make it alive our ears will reject their babble, and we'll fall around like imbeciles.