The footsteps above my head
The itch in my leg
Pupils full of ink
I am where I was last week

A loop of day dreams
Keep singing and floating
Like yellow leaves
Burning green

And I can remember
Over and over
Burning green

And words I didn't mean
Someone who wasn't me
And pupils full of ink
Stones in my skin
Ink sinking in

Fingers grasping the page
"It's almost done" I say
And next week
I'll say the same