It’s late
In fact it’s the morning...

I fumigate my lungs,
with pennies from my life...

I am human, and I am still shallow.
I try, but I fail, to let my heart fallow...

Cotton under your finger tip,
The way it tries, but cannot grip...

Into to life we did fall.
Did we have a choice...

Time passes me by, watching
Me...

The sky burns into embers, and the light
mocks itself into shadows...

The screams are in the distance, but they don’t...
So I get up and I close the door, close the...

Hello, my name is Jim.
Nice to meet you...

Just watched Bo Burnham,
and thought well done...

Time ,time, time.
Line, line, line...

I have a question that I've ask alot before
this question keeps knocking at my door...