Flying somewhere far away,
Purple eyes are on the moon,
Christmas decorations floating away,
I am on a stage,
Drifting and singing my songs,
Guitar in hand as I sing it all out.

All I can hear is the crowd,
All I can see is the white corner,
All I can feel is the guitar in my arms.

Xanax drifts into my gaping jaws,
Am I just a skeleton?
Cause I see the pill again,
Cotton candy clouds,
Look like they were dyed with red,
Ascending through the classroom,
Into the eye-filled moon.

All I can hear is the chatter of teens,
All I can see is the teacher,
All I can feel is the tapping of my foot.

Back again.
I’m back again.