White Nights

Wrist tatted, walk alone, feel the traffic
All black clothes, sun is out but the room's static
Everything is so cold, feel messed up
Liminal on my mind, subliminal I feel euphoria

I will remember the sun on horizon
I wanna fly above the dark
'Cause when I feel alright I wanna talk
The fantasy I saw I wanna share

The liminal I feel the more is there
The more I keep on talking less they care
The more I think the more I be aware
The more I feel the more I feel obsessed
The more is never ever even less
The more you know the more you even stress
The more I feel even, here