Rapid Movements in a Bottle

Rapid movements, piled up mail
A knock in the engine, sputtering smoke and fumes, forcing out air
Swarming flies on a rotting apple sitting right there in the middle
Haven’t had a single moment not for yourself
Took off ten times this past year for a perfect place
Always ended up in a sterilized room with «Message in a Bottle"stuck on repeat
Never could stand that song
And it’s always the same fucking hands holding the leash every moment that you
go