I don’t understand quite, at least there’s no line

pretty satisfyingly vague as yo:

take it out on the clouds instead of blaming the blue world for the angst of a whatever

how like olives

remove the blood shot in my eyes

on the range the bluebirds singing: I have a talent in

they say it’s how to use the infection as a driving force

there in the nightclub

was the voice of a girl, eating popcorn, dancing to all screwed up

everyone forgets that it all gets grey and I think loves all about the color

the evil angel, in oh my buddha

I don’t understand the sweet bean phenomenon

that gorgeous song spread

that icarus flew

laughing, not even when the darkness came listening to mutual, laughing