Something is changing inside of me   Colors seem darker in light   And I don't know what that means   But it's not a good sign      You could just add them up   Then you could memorize prehistoric bones   And all of those old memories   You can push them out and prep yourself   For brand new information      Don't deconstruct and then fill me in   I'm not that basic, I swear   I've had enough of breakdowns and diagrams      Judging from picturebooks   Apparently Heaven is a partly cloudy place   And if the sky opened up and they let you in   And gave you a formal invitation, would you go?   You can work from home