my mouth is dry
deep breaths should have some answers
and i just stare waitting
maybe i don't have anything to say anymore
am i crawling outside?
or am i too far away from my home?
too young too old
just stay with me
a change
am i who i am supposed to be?
blind pilots exhausted
disconnected and dreaming of wires
astral projection and empty sonic empires
of a saviour i can't reach out
i already got tired of this
to miss
the burning

the surface is boring
and we spend our time digging holes
or something to get high on
lonesome blankets and tearfull pillows
pretty dresses for ugly mirrors