Flight 112

Dim the lights now
These seats are too close together
My eyes run dry cut at the lids
When I see lines cut at the wrist
Time’s wasting, you slow
No need to unfold our life stories
I’d rather not know
Medic, I’d rather be turned into static
Waste time on air
We’re falling in fast
Over and over again
Don’t breathe in
Don’t breathe in
Lights out, it’s over now
Inhale, come on and breathe
Stop wasting your medicine
Turbulence
Burn this plane to th ground