Not worth asking, who I'm supposed to be. Not worth saying, seems I'm free. Not worth reaching, to anyone at all. Not worth reaching out to stop this fall.
All hands on deck. Setting sail to get wrecked off course. You make what you want of me. I will keep you anyway. . Let's fill these hours and kill desire.
Peace colours. What's left of mine. I used to find. Pennies crushed on tracks. It's a long way back to the station. . Now and then. I could be a friend.