Look at me
Look at me
I'm scared into flames
And I feel there ought to be a joke round here
Somewhere
Hold onto me
Hold onto me
I'm flying into space
And I can't find anything that matters here
Not anymore

Nothing left
There's nothing left
And I'm losing my grip
I could have been a poetic figure
Of sorts
There's the joke
Yes, there's the joke
And the joke is undoubtedly on me

                                           By Phil Roberts