I'm done, looking for feelings
They find me, everywhere
I walked, into the forest
I knew, the dark in her hair
Wind blows, forest floor feathers
Windows, from a buick six
Hungry, it's foggy in leffinge
Guilty, when I look at you
Trees grow, in my subconscious
But I, know that they're there
Branching, into my spirit
Breathing, out through her hair
Couldn't dream, couldn't wake up
Over the sea, under the makeup
I need, a piece of me everywhere
Don't care, if it's good or a shame
Stealing, pieces of innocence
Changing, love to a game
Wind blows, forest floor feathers
Windows, from a buick six
Hungry, it's foggy in leffinge
Guilty, when I look at you
