Half past a life enough to die out in due time. Forever's a memory and to remember's a crime not worth the afterthought to always remind us not to get ahead of ourselves when we're falling behind.
Why don't you stay until the lights go down. Stay until we're drifting off. Stay until we all wake up.
Eye socket satellites signal sudden violent sights to see the bright side of things on head tripping flights to foreign island altitudes where no one can find us hiding in the darkest parts in the backs of our minds.
Why don't you stay until the lights go down. Stay until we're drifting off. Stay until we're dreaming out loud.
It's like pulling teeth off the carcass of a shadow puppet's corpse to smile at the people that you meet who're just standing up to let the empty miles set before their feet with mouths still open wide for more sacrifice to spirits that don't speak because their tongues are cracked and bleeding from compromises. If I can't keep my composure it's because I am over this.
Stay inside instead.
Wait until I'm dead.
Half past a life enough to die out in due time. The rest isn't history. It's just to remind us.