What's three months?
A period of time?
A single memory?
A girl clawing at
the walls of a well?
It's a new direction,
New season
The perfect dress you
find in the attic.
Three months
Finding souls who
Dance with you
Sing with you
And so I find myself
Thousands of miles in the sky
Amongst strangers
Stereotypical mascots
Apocalyptic feel
I casually stuff my jackets
Behind my head
Become suddenly
Overwhelmed by that smell
Surprised
I am now falling
No
I realize I have just awoken
And I have been falling
For some time
Falling, out the plane
I fly
In the clouds
That smell
Falling
Even now
Token shadowed
balloon floating into the sky
whata guy
this place
with its starbucks
and rising sun
only see a face
i drove the road
used to be so far away
i didn't want to see
that face
there's so much more
for me here
but all i can imagine
is getting back
to the trees and rain
all i can see
is everything
twisted and sad
this place
that face
why can't it all go away?
balloon floating into the sky
whata guy
this place
with its starbucks
and rising sun
only see a face
i drove the road
used to be so far away
i didn't want to see
that face
there's so much more
for me here
but all i can imagine
is getting back
to the trees and rain
all i can see
is everything
twisted and sad
this place
that face
why can't it all go away?
he is here
in the sky, the sun
how can i soak him up
anymore
i left for a reason
i put it all behind
this place isn't home
anymore
this place isn't mine
wasn't ever mine
god damn memories
god damn boy
i just want to go back
where i live
where there is love
and freedom
and finally the ability
to breathe
sunshine is choking me
it has lost its brilliance
maybe another time
another place
but not here
not now
what's with television
starbucks, expensive cars
what's with judging
hating, trying to be better
then everyone else
trying to be better
then who you are
mixed message
to win you over
propaganda
we're all friends, here
i pray i don't see him
it's hard enough knowing
he's so close
I pray I don't see him.
in the sky, the sun
how can i soak him up
anymore
i left for a reason
i put it all behind
this place isn't home
anymore
this place isn't mine
wasn't ever mine
god damn memories
god damn boy
i just want to go back
where i live
where there is love
and freedom
and finally the ability
to breathe
sunshine is choking me
it has lost its brilliance
maybe another time
another place
but not here
not now
what's with television
starbucks, expensive cars
what's with judging
hating, trying to be better
then everyone else
trying to be better
then who you are
mixed message
to win you over
propaganda
we're all friends, here
i pray i don't see him
it's hard enough knowing
he's so close
I pray I don't see him.