I could get lost in myself, forever lying here inside.
Don't pay attention, and I let day turn to night.
Seconds turn to minutes, and minutes to hours.
As I stare at the clouds, in my field of paper flowers.
Everything wrong outside in my reality,
Drift away and I gladly let it escape from me.
Tripping and stumbling over my own thoughts,
Contradicting and falling for everything that's not.
I breathe in aimlessly trying to cleanse my soul,
I breathe out refusing to let it take its toll.
Do I try to fight those who oppose and descend?
No, I'd rather stay here in my field of innocence.
