Grayscale

It's times like these I wish I had

Some common sense left inside of my head

(Should have known) Should have known

This would never work out, this would never work out

Work out

I just want to be a part of something

I just want to be a part of something beautiful

I just want to be a part of something

I just want to be a part of something beautiful

Vibrations, tongue and cheek

What words are worth to even speak anymore?

Anymore

In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress

I hope when I fall asleep, the pillow eats my teeth

Warm color schemes, mostly red

Like a flower without its nectar

It's a planet you know

It's where we plant and watch ourselves grow

Up. Up. Out

What's the point of beauty if we

What's the point of beauty if we

What's the point of beauty if we

What's the point of beauty if we, all look, the same?