Slow-Mo For The Masses
Lipstick stains and they're all in short hand
Where every thing's a corner, my high
Look up leaves, rains and the sunshine pours in
Where you can mind, the glass box until it breaks
Broken hearts make a brand new tattoo
With a rose in the space that's just for you
Not succeeding but doing just fine
And the more that I know, the less I care