I begged to go
And for a moment
I thought the truck wouldn't show

Down the hill,
The truck did come
I told you
I'd be back from where I'm from

Paper from tree
Aluminum sealed the seams
Write what you see
And the things you dream

And write one for me

Or maybe seven

Life split in half
I almost want to laugh
Psychotically.
Life dominated by purple
I could never see through
Now filled with green and blue
And I'm always too late for you