Don't Deconstruct
Something is changing inside of me
Colors seem darker in light
And I don't know what that means
But it's not a good sign
You can just add them up then you could memorize prehistoric bones
All of those old memories you can push them out and prep yourself for brand new information
Don't deconstruct and then fill me in
I'm not that basic I swear
I've had enough of break downs and diagrams
Judging from picture books apparently heaven is a partly cloudy place
And if the sky opened up and they let you in and gave you a formal invitation
Would you go?
You can work for home