It's fine, it's fine, a belly full of snakes, it's fine, don't forget [how] to breathe. Just a few months ago you lived on a tour bus and didn't know fear. It's easy to forget your highs when you keep getting shoved into the lows. Fill the hours with mindless input until a friendly face appears at your side and calms your fevered forehead for a while. You still go to bed with ghouls, the cool air of the machine at your pillow does nothing to dissuade them. I keep waking at dawn, unable to sleep. If I were across the sea now the sun would never set and we'd sing that inevitable melancholy as we do.
The chaos of the room leaves way for a gentle exodus. Erase your scent from this space. Let someone else tear through it for a bit. You can only be cut so many times before your blood gives up the will to coagulate. My suitcase fills up. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
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