Stream - Baked Goods

Look up

At the clouds

Do they stare back down at us?

But who are we?

Nothing more than a

Breath escaping

From a mouth

Spewing melodies and remedies of

Love, and death, and the rest

Oh, where—does it matter?

«There is nowhere but here and now,»

Says a dream, as it flutters outside your

Reach inside

Just to find your pride

But your head won’t stop

‘Cause you’re fucking up again

Lie awake

In a dreamless state

See, this life is just

A stream of consciousness

But it’s alright

But is it, now?

Drive far from here

See the world at a glance

And watch it spin

Oh, such an interesting pose

You wear

A portrait of innocence

Gone, without a trace

The lines merge into one

Reach inside

Just to find your pride

But your head won’t stop

‘Cause you’re fucking up again

Lie awake

In a dreamless state

See, this life is just

A stream of consciousness

But it’s alright

But is it, now?

Reach inside

Just to find your pride

But your head won’t stop

‘Cause you’re fucking up again

Lie awake

In a dreamless state

See, this life is just

A stream of consciousness

But it’s alright

But is it, now?