Eyes drawn all over
black chalk
an another kind of twist
waiting for some motion
coldness
I'm Still young
The dust was never called
Wrong conceptions
Turning brakes
Lets add some white paint
laughs and sweat
seashores easily flying
what a cliché
carry on
i've missed the last rainbow
analizyng my every step
over and over again
so high
can't fly
unfolded wings
Slow down
i sit and listen
clouds more clawns
Taking the blame
Songs and Empathy
filled that box with small pills
Tunes from Abbey Road
Pushing up that hill
white lions
Razorblades, unkind regret
Coming undone
my pieces crashing
lovely cup
fear
my freedom will starve
forcing me to grow up
no neverland tickets
dice made of ice
chocking on mint
Apricot Scent
wasting water, throwing light
Just Hold my hand
cynical infatuations
almost biblical bilingual peaches
heavy eyelashes
burning in sand
Hush
It's just James, a boy and his bugg
I need some reasurement
Laying on the floor
what a beautiful moon
