this music is too loud
I can’t see the road
can’t see the road
can’t see where you want to go
my five senses are
too much and not enough
I love you how you’ve always been loved
and I can’t find a way out
I mold them into madness
all the faces in the street
so I am less than I could be
but more than you think
and I mix the music
with all the things in the pantry
and I am empty
but it is so
so
full