Christ.

The music and the words don't match up yet.

Yet.

In my

Head

Everything is green

The whole world

And the statues

The people

Houses

Everything

And though I

Can't force my eyes

In my head

Everything is growing

Like trees

I twisted my own roots

Up to meet the sun

And they were so scared

I still don't know

Where to put my roots

But they grow

Under me

In a

Triangle shape

I just want them to be

Green

Inside of light

(or so I've read)

The colours are infinite

And small

One day I'll find

The right

Green for you

And me

I won't

Force my eyes to sprout

But everything is green

Inside my head