"Forest"

"Forest"
by Twenty One Pilots

I don't know why I feed on emotion
There's a stomach inside my brain
I don't wanna be heard I wanna be listened to.
Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name?

I scream, you scream
We all scream cause we're terrified
Of what's around the corner.
We stay in place
Cause we don't wanna lose our lives
So let's think of something better.

Down in the forest, we'll sing a chorus
One that everybody knows.
Hands held higher, we'll be on fire
Singing songs that nobody wrote.

My brain has given up,
White flags are hoisted;
I took some food for thought, it might be poisoned,
The stomach in my brain throws up onto the page.
Does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name?

Quickly moving towards the storm, moving forward, torn, into pieces over reasons of what these storms are for. I don't understand why everything I adore takes a different form when I squint my eyes. Have you ever done that? When you squint your eyes and your eyelashes make it look a little not right and then when just enough light comes from just the right side and you find you're not who you're supposed to be? This is not what you're supposed to see. Please, remember me. I am supposed to be king of a kingdom, I'm swinging on a swing. Something happened in my imagination. The situation's becoming dire. My tree house is one fire. And for some reason I smell gas on my hands. 


This is not what I had planned.

This is not what I had planned.