This air is intoxicating, I can’t breathe
All the time I wasted waiting for
something to be more clear, the fear and panic growing taller than Eiffel
Why is it so hard to live in the moment?
These sins are they your sins too?
Jack and Jill went up the hill, but their fate was already decided by the hill
Has life like the hill already decided our fate? Or am I just drunk in thought?