Blowing smoke like a chimney
Like an old engine made of steam
Appreciating my low self esteem
No need to go out
No need to leave
Old guitar strings
And old broken tune
A strong wind
A cool breeze
I give you everything
To keep you pleased
Do you see?
Churning my feelings
Turning them to cream
Take my love
Take my plead
Insanity
My goods are damaged
Buy them for cheap
My thoughts are blue
Fingers turn green
Understand the world
Not everything is seen