I have dreams and so it seems
that I am done for.
I am lost for words and so it hurts
to say that I'll be gone for
quite some time.

I wish it all went slower fast,
I wish I could choose however long
anything could last.
My vision, though horribly wrong,
will always be crooked
regardless of the song,
regardless of in or out my bubble.

Therefore I will forever be
at least a bit
in trouble.