Broken crayons still colour. What about the burning ones? Are they still crayons? They’re melting away, lady. Fuck the shade, They’re out of shape.
Broken crayons still colour. What about the burning ones? Are they still crayons? They’re melting away, lady. Fuck the shade, They’re out of shape.
If earth becomes the sky Are we the stars? Do our connections make Constellations?
I'm just gonna lay here tonight Searching for you From star to star Connecting the dots Constellations apart
