Sometimes being alone messes with your sensibilities.
But being with others messes with your sense of what you are and who you want to be.
To what end do I want to be who I think I am?
It's that vague feeling of, I'm not quite fine and the world isn't all great - but hey, what's the name of that problem and why is it here at all?
I've broken two picks and I've broken my skin.
I want to record my youth in the sounds of piano keys.
With the notes of the one and only song I can (and want to) play.
If I push the sustain, maybe I can make things last longer here too.
I want a purpose and I think I know what it is.
But it's all down to me and I can't remember who I want you to be.
Let's sit inside while it rains and play until our bones break apart
Only, I can't quite see who you are in this dream and maybe you're not there at all.
But I guess it's ok, if I could switch "normal" off and on.
Find me so I can lose myself.
Aoi / The Gazette