BRACELETS.BRACELETS.BRACELETS.BRACELETS.BRACELETS.BRACELETS.BRACELETS.
*ewww
Into a place where thoughts can bloom. Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon. And we know that it could be. And we know that it should. And you know that you feel it too. 'Cause it's nine in the afternoon.Back to the street. Down to our feet. Losing the feeling of feeling unique. Do you know what I mean? Back to the place. Where we used to say. Man it feels good to feel this way. Now I know what I mean.Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read. It looks like the end of history as we know.