Cotton Balls ((And grey cloud skies))

Oh, these lavender walls are closing in...
you don't see them, but I do.
They're getting closer, closer, closer.
They're now between me and you.

I'm crying again, ain't that pathetic?
All because I think you've flown away.
I try so hard to smile now..
but outerspace is sort of grey.

The cotton balls are back again,
they live inside my brain.
Absorbing fluid, liquid thought;
they absorb as does the ground with rain.

I wonder when I'll save one...
probably the same day my voice is sweet.
I'm gonna try a little harder now,
predestined to be beat...