Perennial Blues

I am becoming I was the one listening 12:06 PM, tattoos on my skin A dream whispering Psilocybin in the depths of serotonin nightmares No-body knows The questions are unanswered No one has the answers But I don't own the right No I don't own the right Sometimes The grim reaper will reap what you've sown And I believe, wholeheartedly That we are safe In a golden sunrise That holds out til nighttime Dreamer you'll come and go But hold onto perennial blues My life, is it my life Tongue tied, you're a bullseye I'll be the last one to say it That all life has just as much meaning Sometimes The grim reaper will reap what you've sown And I believe, wholeheartedly That we are safe In a golden sunrise That holds out til nighttime Dreamer you'll come and go But hold onto perennial blues