Choking down carbonated static
in a hopes that the bubbles can make me forget...

I wish I had the words to say
I'm really not alright...

I'm searching desperately
for a small poetic moment...

Quiver.
It's only a night...

It's sort of undefinable,
this little thing called...

Looking out at this starless night,
realizing nothing's ever felt so un-right...

It seems you float like a raindrop,
streaming past my vision at inconvenient times...

If you mutiny me
i'll overthrow you...

The lights go down,
set the scene...

It's alright, sunshine,
it's just a little piece of tomorrow...

Wrapped up in the snowy silence,
grey clouds fading out and in...

I tend to mistake my shadow as my best friend
when I turn around and see the light...