Designer

Fully in the thoughts that I can't live without
Tell me, friend, what you hear
Deep car drive, one thousand something miles
To know what I'm sure of

What can I say? They've got ice, they've got bandaids
She's password protected through the night, oh

Living through the dreams she wakes up from, used
What does madness prove, designer?

Her grey-green, good
Skipping stone eyes
Patient the earth
Willing the sky