memo

If I will have an airborne death I really hope to be alone In a vacant toilet room So I can see Myself and my groan And wasn't this your whole life goal To be alone in your four walls So what do you expect To feel your body at least Or just to feel anything at all Yesterday I had a thought My brain is not my mind And my mind is not my heart Yesterday I had a thought My brain is not my mind And my mind is not my heart Just open eyes ... at night This conversation is a mess It's more like shaking hands in the rain Than taking a picture of us And putting it into a frame This conversation is a mess It's more like shaking hands in the rain Than taking a picture of us And putting it into a frame