The sun is about to rise again
And I'm on the run
Swallowing black coffee
Holding white shoes
The horizon never comes any closer
No matter how many buildings I smash inwards
Or how many pieces of glass glint off the ground
Because once the check marks in the sky start sinking
And the sun shines so hard you see stars in the purple sky
I'm drowning under sheets of paint and paint and paint
And no amount of brushstrokes could bring me home