A

small

cloud

has

fal-

len,

The

white

mist

hits

the

ground.

My

lungs

com-

fort

me

with

joy.

Veg-

ging

on

one

de-

tail,

The

rest

just

crowds

a-

round.

My

eyes

itch

of

burn-

ing

red.

Pic-

ture

so-

unds,

Of

mov-

ing

in-

sects

so

sur-

real.

Lay

a-

ro-

und,

Looks

like

I

found

some-

thing

new.

Lay-

ing

in

my

bed,

I

think

I'm

in

left

field.

I

pic-

ture

some-

one,

I

think

it's

you,

You're

stand-

ing

so

damn

close.

My

bo-

dy

be-

gins

to

swell,

Why

does

one

and

one

make

two.

Pic-

ture

so-

unds,

Of

mov-

ing

in-

sects

so

sur-

real.

Lay

a-

ro-

und,

Looks

like

I

found

some-

thing

new.

Lay-

ing

in

my

bed,

I

think

I'm

in

left

field.

I

pic-

ture

some-

one,

I

think

it's

you,

You're

stand-

ing

so

damn

close.

My

bo-

dy

be-

gins

to

swell,

Why

does

one

and

one

make

two.

Pic-

ture

so-

unds,

Of

mov-

ing

in-

sects

so

sur-

real.

Lay

a-

ro-

und,

Looks

like

I

found

some-

thing

new.