False Certainty

I'm Holding Onto You

Without Knowing Who You Are.

All I Know Is The Deja Vu

Which Never Comes True.

 

I Planned It All And Rehearsed It Too,

Played It In My Mind In 85 Ways.

Then I Actually Did It

In 86th Way ('Cause The Rest Were Full Of Shit).

 

I'm Holding Onto Stupidities;

2 Years Ago I Puked My Sanity.

Do You Remember The Street Which Is

Not Named; My Soul Sits There

Talking To The Breeze.