David Colson Lin

Asleep for twenty centuries with this feeling
Like I was on your side
And I’ve spend some twenty centuries with this feeling
Of being lost inside
I was lost inside
Of your mind
Just like I’ve been holding on for all our lives
All our lives

Oh, won’t the hazies look into my—

I turned too many heads for one lifetime
I never had to try
And I stained too many beds for one lifetime
Never askin’ Y
Never askin’ Y “why?”
Incurious all the way up until End Times
Y?
Why is “David” such a stable archetype?
Y?
Oh, won’t the haziеs look me in my—

Oh
Won’t the hazies look into my еyes?

Oh
Won’t the hazies look into my eyes?