The City Planner - Astilbe Lyrics

Open eyes follow lines
And patterns that we find in ourselves
Still undiscovered
I've found another
Way to cope with this shit
Open skys have proven me right
Find me a way to be in the same
Place at the same time
Where I can bath in this moonlight
And feel it trickle down my skin
Fill my insulin
With water cool and crisp
Like the smoke dripping out of her lips
We are not suppose to be in here
But it's the only place
Where I think clearly
Fever dreams
Shower steams the mirror
So I can't see myself
That's not the sad part
I've made some good art
But it's harder this time
Shaky hands
Cant create a straight line
Courage in a can
Will fizzle out in plain sight
But that's alright
Cause I can bathe in this moonlight
And feel it trickle down my skin
Fill my insulin
With water cool and crisp
Like the smoke dripping out of her lips
We are not suppose to be in here
But it's the only place
Where I think clearly
The end of October is soon
And I'm still chasing you