things notice at sunrise

i think i was looking at you
but you were not in my eyes
i was thinking with an empty heart

a white room makes me lose sense of direction
not sort of green eyed creatures
don't know why everything seems to be good to you
you never say what you want but get it all
all rubbish to you
you feed it and make it feel good
all rubbish to you

you are on the throne
you don't feel happy
coz that's not the point
you don't feel happy but not so bad

i will understand
the smell memory has gone