So as I stand here dying of silence tonight. The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan. . You will return again. . Why?. I ask myself sometimes. Dine on small talk after school.
Can I find a place of solace to unscale?. Should I take a social climb? Should I fail?. Have we gathered here to buzz or just to roach?. Have I bought another problem to approach?.
I wanna live on the moon. Never see a human again. And as the earth explodes. I'll light a candle for my dead best friends. I don't enjoy this place. My best friends are so mean.