Project Juvenile
Terribly Happy
There's probably a crowd on a hill
In the background of some anime
Where I feel you and I belong
Standing static on repeat, both hearts drawn
Not scared anymore
Sometimes it's just to hard
To fuck with new realities
I'm scared of the loneliness and
Expectations in your head
And maybe we're dead, and this is heaven
All we have to do is stand around
Pretend we've got it figured out