I picked up the bird I picked up sadness in a realm of peace It stayed The bird left I drunk the rest of my coffee and left too Images are painted around my mind like falling cliffs I study the eyes of people that stand next to it Catching falling rocks and opening their pockets An insane world of economics I’ll carry on asking why would you ever say that you simply belong somewhere? When really nowhere belongs to you? We build up these places with people Imagine if they were empty rooms The rejected flowers The ones that bloom And on that afternoon The smirks that filled the streets The type that makes you feel uncomfortable and sick Took a liking to a girl that walks alone Corruption at its finest Our homes are filled with ready-made beds for the ones who are never made ready And all their beautiful minds are put to sleep
