just floating thru space, all this useless beauty in my skull
like a flower trying to bloom
roots dancing in an aching vacuum

losing my place, rereading the stars as my senses dull
somehow comforted by the sound of my own breathing

planets small enough to crush in my palm
why would I ever trust these eyes?

music plays across my lips like balm
singing songs I never quite believed

no one to serenade, no one to save
me
is that really good enough

I'll never know
I'll never come home again