the proof of my words is apart
blurred lines are on the chart
the stereo playing something shoegaze
lost in purple, electric haze
the ceiling is spinning slow
in a waiting room where noises flow
half of my life trapped in the frame
drafting through a neon-lit maze
tracing shadows, signs
you said
under heavy skies
cold tears flowing out of me
crooked spaces, some way out of…
bleaching, shallows, smiles
you said
under yellowed vines
gold years glowing out of reach
crooked spaces, some way out of…
