Fresh air isn’t needed closed windows using nails then laughed
Until spring comes, until spring launches
Hey I’m trying to find my way to lose it discover a better path I don’t know anything at all
Choking on smoke from programing favorite hits, screen attempting multiple blocks
Up in the air but not unknown, lost, tossed, boss, I just need a little air
Growth swirling around flowers bursting calming fragrances already
Unchained, my windows circulate wisdom and I’ll study application
Winter ping pangs pains production less, exhale tightly packed stress in growth.
All this to play in grass without bullets, no triggers.