my tippy toes on the tarmac

I'm light as a feather

heaven bless me
heaven take me

nothing outside the blackbox is real
this is the fake me

no more bending down to tie my shoes

no pulling the draft up to overtake me

 

prologue

scared for the future
pushing through the drag

suture up these wounds
get a room in the back
turn the latch to occupado

NO VACANCIES

no spectre of what happens
next’ll ever make it
back home to haunt me