Smoke Eyes

All the sentences you’ve given up,
How about some music?
Fly Me to the Moon?
I know that one,
This hole is only getting deeper,
One day I’m shipping home to see her
I’m at the end of my rope,
Under the ashes of the apple blossom,
Your eyes were covered in smoke,
I tried but I choked, to reach your branches
Oh god, someone call a doctor,
Someone call a shrink,
Could you put the coroner on hold?
Once I find a meeting, then I’ll try to stop,
For now I’m stuck,
This hole is only getting deeper
One day I’m shipping home to see her
I’m at the end of my rope,
Under the ashes of the apple blossom,
Your eyes were covered in smoke,
I tried but I choked, to reach your branches