the dark crashes onto me like the bang of the drum

suddenly it's only you

i'm so sick of life

sick of living for you

except

i can't

but sometimes i wonder how it'd feel

to burn up in the sun and live my life as a shriveled up piece of skin

to float through space

see the stars and all the life

i could witness a million things

and lose you

but i wanna see the stars

but you refuse to tag along

plus nobody likes a backseat driver

which i know you'd be

and i feel like i'd love it once in a while

just look at you for a second instead of a brand new galaxies

i could taste all the elements

i could sit on a beach as it rains glass

and i don't need you and your stench

or your pretty green eyes

in a way you're a whole new world, too

all bottled up and i think it's fascinating the way no one's discovered you

but you know what you aren't really that cute

except when you really laugh

like, a genuine, real-life laugh

it's the sweetest thing i've ever heard

like a whole new form of communication

almost better than hearing a child speak 

but i like silence, too

i guess it's been a long day

maybe we should talk tomorrow

i'll meet you at the launchpad

(blue

your eyes are actually

blue)