It's too much
It's too much
It's not too much
So far from the young creature kid
Held up in her bedroom, drawing and dreaming
I died over and over
Performing countless times for my pretend audience
Writhing and clawing under the monotony of the hills
Their protection bored me, I longed for the dark woods of the world
But the knot in my stomach ties me to safety
Don't disappoint
Don't over do
Don't die
Like, really die
I could never believe anything beyond this moment here
The future is not for me to imagine
Forward, forward
Always forward
