It seems you’re trapped inside a bee-hive, again.
“You could never hold onto your keys, could you?”
She said as she chuckled.
And so did you.
She marks your ticket as the train makes its way over this lead ocean.
The man next to you hasn’t stopped speaking.
You’re not listening, but if one more “in this day and age” story is told, you swear…
You wonder how much sleep is lost thinking about trying to sleep.
Each song begins to blend into one another after this many hours.
None of them relate individually, but collectively, they make you feel better.
Because that makes sense.
Yeah, it does, actually.
And that was it.
Because, no, it doesn’t make sense.
You deranged imbecile.
Of course it doesn’t make any sense.
That’s why you bought a ticket, though.
So stay up another hour or two.
You’re the reason I love losing sleep.
I still remember your touch.
And I’m realizing now that you’ll be my first love.
One day I will wake you, my darling, my dove.
For one day, you’ll be my first love.
Straight through the maze
Where the staircase bends as you’re racing
Look for a face in the window pane as it’s breaking
And stop at the edge and look down off the ledge
And you’ll see that it’s all in your head
Oh, my ghost came by here.
He said , “who do you love the most?”
“…who are you gonna sing to before you go?”