I\'ve flown back to that place tonight
And you\'ll never know
You are fixed on your distractions
While I waltz alone
In the midnight sprinkles
I consent to being touched
By the burden of the clouds
Tracing the highest branches
With my fingers
I guide them into a painting
Where they are born from my womb
In this version, they never die
They just are
The saturated ground
That has claimed my feet
Will marry me one day
As I droop here
Before an audience
Ready to denounce
Everything that I see
Ready to callous
Everything that I feel
So I close my eyes
And become background noise
Paralyzed from confusion
Soggy from defeat.