lamp posts alight like dominos
there's a stillness in tonight fluorescent eye in a concrete sky
that beckons us to fly
prepare for the fact you won't be welcomed back
i've realised that's alright
everyone has gone to sleep it's just me and the cats eyes
i want to be a writer and scribble about you and me
how you can't understand someone so severe
alone in the driving seat
white lines and flight paths
this is my ship
i'll take care of my passengers
lamp posts are ice burgs to be hit
this is my ship
we're all just chasing fish
while an author takes his life
the radio will flare and moan
there are things you can never make right
we fought one hundred times tonight
i know i hit you hard
with cliche upon cliche
i keep my chest closer than my cards
i am a torch with complex batteries i've failed to show the way everyone left