In a nation of inhalation smoke is air
I was looking for Truth, but I broke the stare
Once she looked back at me, I pretended like she wasn't there
Too shy
Hey, who's that guy, oh never mind, he's looking behind me, must not care
Oh well…
Truth sat there, back at reading Baudelaire, now fully preoccupied
Suddenly realized I would never again catch a glimpse of her eyes, I'm blind
Couldn't cope with my share of reality, a broken stare is nothing short of a tragedy
Oh chemistry, why did this happen to me?
If only I knew how to find you