Play Radio Play. Decipher Reflections From Reality. Zeneszám

My parachute didnt open, and when my back up failed, the pixie dust prevailed, and I woke up next to you. All I wanted was to hold you.

I was born in the city, however small it held a hospital, the location where I came into being.
It was all downhill from there.

what do you do when your lifes a disaster, and you're moving faster, and its getting harder to breathe?
what do you say, to someone who's right, but you disagree, even if its the truth?

I was told "You are depressed." by a little bird, that was severely hurt, as it did not notice my window.
It just flew where ever the wind blows.

As it convulsed on the pavement, it whispered "I am hated."
"your genetic flaws" I said "say it all you cant decipher reflections from reality, but neither can I...
i notice neither can I...
I notice neither can I...
I notice neither can I"

You are the cirle, I am the sqaure,
I have the non cut, you have the cool hair.
We both take showers, for almost an hour, but only once a week or two.

What do you do when your lifes a disaster, and you're moving faster, and its getting harder to breathe?
What do you say, to someone whos right, but you disagree even if its the truth.