i can barely see straight through
and i'm eternally hooked on you
because now i'm without you
and the irony is what gets me
I love my options open
there's something about me, i just don't get it
I guess i'm just scared of having commitment.
holding in my stomach with my empty hands
I want to space travel, so you can understand
that honestly i would go to the moon and back
to prove to you there's water
and that i'm willing to transport some for you
so you could be refreshed and be eased of all your pain
because the more I think I cant do it the more respect i gain
isnt that twisted? well thats how I live
and sometimes thats just, how life is
I just wish that this was OVER.
or that it never even started
I missed my spaceship takeoff
500 hours ago, when it departed.
we departed
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