LYRIC FOR SALE

By Mood Bern

I looked at the past and I was happy with the present

I opened my gift still feel like a peasant
I’m alone but I’m not, a really weird thought
I’m loved and I love I’m alone but I’m not.

I’ve got a talent for luck, I wish I was special
My shadow is bright like an atheist devil

I wing it I’m empty I’m happy confused
free plenty options, too many but few

The mirror looks in, turn around and it’s sane
There’s a chain on my brain can’t explain it won’t change

Rubbed the lamp and got wishes that’ll never end, So why am I feeling so terribly bland

Feel like im walking, but first place in the race
Got to remember the smile on my face
I go down like a slide I climb up like a tree
The growth in my brain clings to my memory

So run run run and fall like a mess
The fog on the window is absolutely obsessed

Run run run and remember the good
There more to myself than an obstinate mule

Run run run take a breathe while I’m wet
The water drowns in and I begin to reset

Run run run and realize all the good
Everything’s great so what the fucks with my
Mood

It must be the pills cuz my brains a hot mess
My hands always held and their the absolute best.

She’s pretty she’s kind, she loves me so much
The feel of her hand the touch is so fucking plush
I must be insane, oh wait yes I am,
In a couple of days I won’t feel terribly bland