Did you only love me when you lost your meds
when you found out i'm warmer in your bed
After all this life I couldn't change my mind
you were omnipresent but impossible to find

Drones don't have cockpits- my pilots on the ground
I'd trade a lifetime of hiding for a split second found
you were my prayer, my answer, and my consequence
I would sell all my stories to buy back common sense

Did I really only love you as a concept?
as a magic thing that came to me and blinded when it left
there's days where I forget your face, your hands, the things you said
but I remember days back when you lost your meds

But were we important? were we people worth knowing?
Did we have prospects? Was our paradise Growing?
I'll ask you one question. Are my insides showing?
I've held on for years now-but the drum beat's slowing.