Dylan Kanner – Oblivion
Genre Pop


Exploding yellow sun
Folded up in language
In damage
A broken mirror reflection
Drop the illusion of direction
There is poetry in true events

At first it sounds just like a daydream
But there are holes in that painting
Where light could shine through

But I'm here now
Just trying to forget about
The storyteller I always go to bed with
I'm shooting down negative thoughts
With more negative thoughts
And out on the street
For that split second where you forget who you are and where you're going
Alien energy
Surrounded in sound
That doesn't mean anything
Oh to be in the vastness

To what?
To whom?
When is it gonna happen to me?

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