I Was Music

Plastic, you were trapped in your own reality,
Wondering if it would ever break free,
The rhythm's about to fade away,
So fill the future in for me.
I was music.

You turned plastic,
You whispered and laughed,
A gimmick drawing on your left hand,
I tried to throw it out of my head.

It’s okay, it’s getting weird,
Today, who will I be?
Should I break through to you?

My mind's all scattered,
Bursting out into space,
Dreaming, I’m dreaming,
I was music.
Just for now, let’s kill it,
No more wishes,
Slowly dreaming,
Wake me up.

From here to there,
A gimmick drawing on your left hand.

It’s okay, it’s getting weird.

Who’s infinite anyway?
I can see tomorrow too,
Everything’s gotten strange.

It’s okay, it’s getting weird,
Today, who will I be?
Should I peek into you?