Look at the way he's walking
Strangers with tall ideals
Speaking a foreign language
I don't have any fears
Skip for a second minute
I won't ask your forgiveness
Sweating through my mascara
As if I'm self aware
When we're dreaming about the dark
Breathing in the summer air
When the lovers start to fight
When I'm seeing through your stare
When your sister starts to call
I'm writing stories of despair
When you're asking how to start
I'm asking if you're self aware
I don't have any fear
I don't have memories
I don't have any feelings
Do you remember me
I don't have any fears
I don't make memories
And I don't have enemies
Do you remember me
When we're dreaming about the dark
Breathing in the summer air
When the lovers start to fight
When I'm seeing through your stare
When your sister start to call
I'm writing stories of despair
When you're asking how to start
I'm asking if you're self aware
When you're writing several pages
When they cover me in stone
When the time is passing slowly
But you're still ready to go
In the end is your beginning
In the white noise there's a glow
In the white noise there's a darkness
In the white noise I will go
In a small house
In a basement
In a crawl space
I fold neat and tidy
How you hold me
Like the pages
Of your reading
When you cannot find me
If I'm bleeding
Or something scary
If we're praying
In the supermarket
If I'm leaving
I need more enemies
I need more feelings
I need more fears
When we're dreaming about the dark
Breathing in the summer air
When the lovers start to fight
When I'm seeing through your stare
When your sister starts to call
I'm writing stories of despair
When you're asking how to start
I'm asking if you're self aware
I don't hear a lot of this kind of music, gives me ,loose Sonic Youth vibes. Everything about it is cool, like too cool for school cool. I want to skip class and spray paint an alley with these people. Kyle Zarnoch