Room with walls covered in mirrors,
Black bird and telephone line
I was an old purple hat,
The last day you drove to my home,
A perfect rain, ignored in the barn
And my sister came down the hill,
Wearing a shirt to big,
Everything is a worse version of its self,
Than it was before,
Everything is an image of its self
That wants something else,
A cancer patient blamed for his sickness,
Everything is, everything is,
Everything is, everything is,
Everything is, everything is,