737

I feel like a 737
Painted over and over again
Until the paint gets too heavy;
Grounded there, no company on my side
I feel like a rover
Singing happy birthday to itself on Mars
My battery is low and it’s getting dark
I can’t do this alone. I can’t
I feel like I’m just proud to be your friend
To sit beside you while the paint gets too heavy
I love you all and thank you
I can’t do this alone
The planes that never fly
The debt that never dies
The beacons never light
The moon stays in th sky
The lightning never striks
The homes I’ve left behind
The floors I’ll never find
The eyes that never cry
The love never believed the dead
Who never speak the spells we’re whispering
Draw your moon to me