the street is the same street it has always been
I know you’re in there sleeping. Turning in your bed
Do you remember when you turned your back to me? Here is a spaceship I stole for you.
That asshole tried to decipher. As if this story even knew his name
But all animosity is a self projection
And all moral flaws are hidden wishes
I am still dreaming of you. Half a universe away. I am keeping time with my announcements.