[Lyric] Small (Aristotle In Bottle)

We Touch
We Breathe
We Rush
We Dream
We Wash
We Clean
We End
We Sleep
We Tell
We Speak
We Deny
What We Hear
We Love
We Leave
We Hate
What We Believe
And It Feels Like I’m Getting Smaller Everyday
We Float
In Space
We Drift
In Our Dreams
We Call
Our Own Selves
We Fail
Our Own Needs
We Fake
Our Happiness
We Take
Our Own Breath
We Love
Our Own Fates
We Hate
What We Believe
And It Feels Like I’m Getting Smaller Everyday