Speaking Nonsense [Driftwood]

Inspired by "Madeon feat. Mark Foster - Nonsense"

Open up your eyes and count backwards slowly,

        crawling on your hands and knees for something a bit more tangible

             than that silly cassette you play between sunrises and hitched breathing.

                    It's like you're asking for an excuse to run away, and you want me to give you that.

             Well, I can't be certain of your intentions, it's a dangerous time, you see.

        It's a sick world we live in, like shreds of flesh to pin the runners against a burning map.

I want to dream, but there is no world out there for me to desire,

        it's all incoherent nonsense lost like driftwood.

              I was told I was made of the sweetest treasure, but I can barely keep my balance

                    on a carousel moving half a mile an hour.

              Words are meaningless when you're falling on your face.