Tiny Moving Parts - Grayscale lyrics

It's times like these i wish i had some common sense left inside of my head. I should have known this would never work out. I just want to be a part of something beautiful. Vibrations, tongue and cheek, what words are worth to even speak anymore? In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress. I hope when I fall asleep the pillow eats my teeth. Warm color schemes, mostly red like a flower without it's nectar. It's a planet you know, it's where we plant and watch ourselves grow. Up. Up. Out. Whats the point of beauty if we all look the same?