It's been the topic of my minds conversation
It's hard to know how this place will pan
Look at the blue prints, foresee the plan
My insides go from cities to sand
I'm living in a masterpiece but am counting all of the time
Painting a picture on my sleeve into a yield sign
It seems so passive, time is rapid and against the grain
And it seems all I'll lose is stuck feeling the same I'll run from the dog next door, haven't been able to breathe since age 4
Allergic to the pet store and all I want in life is a few more
So give me a number, I'll take my place
No one is watching anything but a TV face
How will I fill my plate?
It should be symphonic
Espescially when everyones tastes say
"It's better electronic!"
