It's the way those lights pull at me,
that's how I know I don't want to go back.

It's how gravity seems skewed
and I'm falling
into the endless doorway
that is Pretty Lights.

Talib Kweli sang my lullaby;
I finally fell asleep to Kanye lines.
And the bathroom floor shouldn't melt this way,
it needs to be more esoteric.

I've created a time machine
How I did,
            I cannot say
I blindly leave eighteen
And now,
      I've aged five years
To a body that I've seen
I've regressed,
      To my younger mind
I hold keys that lost their sheen
And unlock the doors,
      Of a wounded soul
To stealthily tread what's been
Lying in birth,
      Drenched in salted diamonds
I drink from this rusted canteen
Quenching youth,
       Destroying truth
I move about in this scene
Like a dream,
        It's my own visage
Of a world that's become gangrene
Where I operate,
       And remove the infected limb
I've created a time machine,
How I did,
          I cannot say
But I know that this was forseen
By my thoughts,
          In a ship above the sea