Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.
When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.
...This is over my head but underneath my feet… I’m waiting for tonight, then waiting for tomorrow. And I’m somewhere in between what is real and just a dream.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map