Stereo Etheria pt. 1-4

I think of empty moments living solely in my thoughts
I think of robins gathering hair
I think of raindrops falling on an empty parking lot
I think of tears invisible there
I think of frigid cold and vision wavingly hot
I think about a reason to care

I think about a version of yourself that I made up
I think of patterns dancing in my eyes
I think about a love that when I hold out my cup
I think it floods from sea into sky
I think about a dancehall on the brink of going bust
I think in life that nothing truly dies

I think of castles burning for a one-half plotted cause
I think of neighbors on every wall
I think of ferry rides and wonder why did they cross
I think of watching stars as they fall
I think of starting over without feeling too lost
I think you missed the point of it all