This is only a bird's eye view. Of how I see things between me and you. And everyone in between. It's just how it seems to be. . You can't escape the jails.
Electric eyes and a see-saw brain. The ghost of you and a phantom pain. And insects iridescent sheen. The bluest sky I've ever seen. I've ever seen. .
Well here it goes again, another losing streak.. Guess I'm on a roll.. And I haven't got a chance, I'm too weak.. She sucks my soul.. And this St. Christopher that hangs around my neck.