I just need a moment
Could even be honest
But I think you’d close it
Or at least press pause
I swear I’m divine
Every seven hours
I erase and try to draw the line
Or reapply
So treat me insane
'Cause I’ll be insane
In five to nine days
My ghost comes frayed
From time and space
As time runs out
I run all options
As the shapes I make
Cloud
Aubergine users
White as a sheet
Dead solemnity
Present company
Tell me
Oh
Have I forgot it?
Was there no time for doubt?
Clergially speaking
I make my confession now
I see my past
On this future’s maps
It’s hard to not act
(Oh!)
When we meet in fact
And the truth is indistinct
Created in evergreens
And quad chromium
In pieces so clear to see