Objects in mirror maybe be closer than they appear, but your fears are less real than they seem. Talk about a figment of imagination, the mind is alive in it’s trickery… if you let it be.
You can be the girl with caked up make-up in the sunshine, smoking cigarettes to pass the time. You can be girl making them so mad that they’ve got no swag. You can open up your closet to that new shoe smell throwing an extra rag & bone tank into your hermes bag. You can cruise around in a deluxe water craft. High-class. Girls. Castle in the sky.
Let it steal your soul, make it rain.