An arm reaches up towards the sky,
Am I to believe it's mine?

The ceiling shifts under an unyielding stare,
Am I to look away unquestioningly?

If all there is to mange is a consciousness,
Am I to believe I'm stable?

The midnight's so dark these days,
Where's the stars to guide me?

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere.

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere.

Can't step foot outside this forest,
Am I to believe I'm loveable?

Love me.

Love me.

Love me somehow.

Love me.

Love me.

With everything that's been given,
Am I to reclaim what's left behind?

Left me.

Left me.

Left me somewhere.

Left me.

Left me.

Dull and hardened after the war,
Won't find solace at a dive bar,
Lock me up and crash the car,
I hate who I am thus far.

The midnight's so dark these days,
Where's the stars to guide me?

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere.

Guide me.

Guide me.

Guide me somewhere,
So I can die anywhere,
Anywhere but here.
Don't want to die here.

The flash reveals a ghost.
She stands in the present,
a figure from the past.
You can feel the future inside of her
yearning to be the now.
But it is not his time just yet.

useless knowledge
reflective ceiling
guys who park their bikes here  
never feel anything
i wish that were me
and i wish that were on me
the bike shed stares back
he’s not looking at me