Don't Deconstruct

Something is changing inside of me

Colors seem darker in light

And I don't know what that means

But its not a good sign

You could just add them up

Then you could memorize prehistoric bones

Don't desconstruct then fill me in

I'm not that basic I swear

I've had enough with breakdowns and digrams

Judging from picture books aparently

Heaven is a partly cloudy place

And if the sky opened up and they let you in

And gave you a formal invitation

Would you go you could work from home