Don't Deconstruct

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 can just add them up Then you could memorize prehistoric bones 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 break downs and diagrams Judging from picture books 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 for home