originally, this was mine.

do i think that i'll be saved by something that i make?

like a painting swims to rescue me before i'm swallowed by the wave

i'm on thin ice as it is

i don't care who i came with

i gotta go back home and clean my room before i lose myself in this.

if you don't care, then i don't care.

what's the point in talking if no one's there.

well i am on a silly mission to heat the cold and dry the wet.

i hallucinate connections between me and my best friends.

i was holy once upon a time but that was yesterday

i am the ghost of the tribe.

if you don't care, then why should i care?

i talk to myself.