Wait.

My brain.

Oh,
yeah.

One,
two,
one, two, three,
four.

Doesn't always be a life day for mention.

With a J.

Make no sense to me.

It's like a month.

I'm going through it myself.

But music isn't for everybody.

But it also ain't for the selected somebody.

This is just a ship.

It's not my head.

I have to get out.

What's in,
my ship?,
My brain.

I am already today.

I should go.

Best now.

I'm sitting there,
with nothing left to do,
so it should be.

I have nothing left to do.

And the music takes my home.

Makes no sense to not have to help me.

I can fix you with this melody.

The words are mashing in my brain.

I am only feeling pain.

My brain.