I’ve lost my braveBeen conned in faithI’ve brought my break up to the surface into modern dayI’ll pause and play and inch away from this technicolor episode.Stemming from this juncture the simplicity of puncturing thisRice Paper HeartRythms have been beating a staccato marching feeling on myRice Paper HeartMine eyes have seen the nighted ceilingMaybe tonight I’ll dreamAnd window-wipe my eyelids from the pooring rainDamned in my faceControlled by the ache of someone I’m not too familiar with.Stemming from this juncture the simplicity of puncturing thisRice Paper HeartRythms have been beating a staccato marching feeling on myRice Paper HeartIf I could consume you down, I wouldThen you would always be aroundYou would, you would, you would.