We know we're still alive The stories we tell on Instagram The sparks that light the room Are numbers of white in red balloons We dwell deep in other's lives How happy they are, how miserable us We mumble our names We thinks we know who we are Concealing the truth but sharing the laughs Tiny Castle Speaking not Driving slow cars Heading North Mystery flashes Let it go All the places we'll never go Anyway, won't we regret Wasting these days? Was life the same while we neglected Our hearts away?