I still wish you would come back
Please hurry home now
Before I fall in the midnight black

Your absence will hit me with a whack
Even though I don't know how
I still wish you would come back

Our favours weren't in the zodiac
I better find another vow
Before I fall in the midnight black

I think I see the clothes you pack
The uniform you did endow
I still wish you would come back

You see, you made me a maniac
I need you to stop my bow
Before I fall in the midnight black

I don't want to see you in some sort of flashback
I want the real you somehow
I still wish you would come back
Before I fall in the midnight black

Sitting in this cool black chair with a blanket of sunshine beating down on every inch of my skin
I stare off in the distance, beyond my dark brick wall
Where the seamless pillow clouds float away and towards
On a blue ocean of infinite depth with puffs of smoke in layers
The wall blocks the view halfway, leaving only the sky visible
No ground to be seen or believed as real
If I were to jump right over the wall
I might just miss the mud and the grass
And end up only falling endlessly into the abyss of baby blue

We've grown so quiet over the years
hiding behind our illusions of fear.
My fingers have grown so long
these are not the hands I've come to know.

Perhaps we stood in the rain too much
now the water has cleansed us of mud,
but standing naked in an empty field
will only remind you of how cold you now feel.

If I could have one more wish,
I'd wish to become the wallpaper, miss;
We'd lose our body, our mind and our thoughts
and just stand in the room observing a spot.

How can I ever look forward
if my future's decided beforehand.
Time is a double-edged sword
and we will all soon soar

Who are you going to be when you die?
There are so many options that didn't exist when you were alive

Will you become a skeleton?
A solid reminder of your past;
trapped underneath the cavern of your death
but accepting the truth of pure night.

Will you become a ghost?
Haunting your place of resting
forever remaining where your heart is;
sleeping with both eyes open

Will you become a zombie?
such a restlessness you carry,
no elegance to the stars above you;
you struggle against the blanket tucking you in

Sprinkling crystals dipped in glass
ray of prisms breeze my eye
sunshine rhythms hide in grass
floating sugar on the pie

Neon lights pass to scroll
while purple midnight breathes
jacket goosebumps stockings stole
four-wheeled lion grumbly seethes

Honey nectar slumbers my eyes
whitewashed lace tangle my face
gentle buzzings of pastel sky
as cotton candy sank with grace

Open heart box standing in the rain
cries diamonds for to call her name
the poetry train caught riding to Spain
set carnival dewdrops on red flames

You're a Stevie Nicks type of fairy
a girl isolated from the valley
such soft features that you carry
be careful to be wary

You have a Sylvia Plath kind of misery
for every cut, I'll give you a raspberry
read her book to be on your merry
be careful what you take to your bury

My little pilot flew away
far into another world
on another floor

Now I'm left in the ocean
with no rope pulling
consumed by the waves

After many weeks
trapped in the desert
he repaired his broken wing

And so set of sailing
among cumulonimbus clouds
alleviating the storm

I now come to realize
how deserted I, too, am
now with no pilot to pull me out