Does it matter
Whether the Earth is round or flat
The only thing I care about
Is that you no longer feel like crying
A couple of new religions are born every day
You are my cult
Can't just leave this impromptu
Keys open doors
But they don't fit that door
Or at least that's what you once said
Therefore that's how it is
Keys open doors
But the walls are merely props
This is probably just a test
Well then, a test!
Ran out of paper - I began writing on the desk
Ran out of desk - I began writing on the wall
The same words
Some turn them into a rope
"You know me
I'm always totally a feather"
To walk on water
Or to walk home from the bar
I closed my eyes
So that I could see you better
You picked me up and hung me from the air
With dopamine kisses
When you popped out of the mist
At first I couldn't tell you apart from me
I couldn't tell where everything started
Or did everything start from the beginning again