sunrise paints the asphalt,a new shade of grey

sunrise paints the asphalt,a new shade of grey got a mind like tangled kite, trying to itch d breeze of the day heard a rumor of a shortcut down a street ain't on a map selling bottled memory in a paper teen snap. the lamp post hums a tune, the kind you forget like a half eating sand witch left on a park bench you get it (chorus) I'm a plantomb limb, in a world of touch and feel a glitch in the static where the realest fictions are revealed I'm the echo of a silence that nobody can hea a whisper in the hurricane ,the reason for a fear that the paints on my wall is actually my thoughts running in a loop so i just keep walking till i find a better loop