All Fall Down

(Verse 1) I placed my trust in sacred mosaics— fragments of light stitched into holy illusions, where broken colors pretended to heal. In empty pharmaceutical canisters, I saw tiny tombs of hope, plastic reliquaries rattling with silence. And in ingenious music titles, I searched for meaning wrapped in melody, like coded messages from a world that never learned to speak plainly. (Chorus) I overlooked the morning whiff bringing in the before sunset as the birds chirps without my presence; Verse 2 We looted storefronts like desperate curators, stealing not just goods but fragments of identity, as we repainted cultures into clever collages— museum pieces stripped of meaning, hung in galleries of irony. We turned sunlit afternoons into elegies, joyful days pressed into sorrow like dried flowers between pages of a book no one finished reading. (Chorus) I overlooked the morning whiff bringing in the before sunset as the birds chirps without my presence; (Bridge) We departed home at seventeen No plan No direction just stolen wheels on unfamiliar roads each one staring back like it had something to say about who we were becoming (Outro) We looted storefronts like desperate curators, stealing not just goods but fragments of identity, as we repainted cultures into clever collages— museum pieces stripped of meaning, hung in galleries of irony.