Taking a close look at what's around us, there is some sort of a harmony. The harmony of overwhelming and collective murder. But, when I say this, I say this all full of admiration. It is not that I hate it. I love it. I love it very much. But I love it against my better judgement.





I'm not supposed to feel, I'm not supposed to miss
How am I supposed to heal? How am I supposed to fit?
A little awkward then, a little oxygen
I let you get away, I held the ocean in