How ‘bout we go to
An ocean so far away from all
The plans and airplane paths, and we would fall

Into a routine
Waking up and noticing
The words written in our own skulls, and we would sing

Of doing nothing real
And playing catch with invisible grenades
Yours was a fake

But that doesn’t matter
‘Cause everything is solvable
And I believe there’s nothing wrong with me

I crushed a little bit
Of something I would rather not digest
Just yet, the time has come to make a point

To look above myself
Too many stars to count have changed the sky
I cry, “It’s the other light pollution.”

But that doesn’t matter
‘Cause everything is solvable
And you once said there’s nothing wrong
I cut you off and we both fall asleep