“I’m sitting on white paper again

My blood is in a clear bottle with a blue top

It should be whizzing about inside me through loops and turns

But it’s standing still, exactly as it shouldn’t be”

“Nothing much has changed

Since I have been running from the sun

Many nights of rest I've missed

By chasing the moon around the planet

Afraid that the sun will see and

speak the truth about me”

“The End

It feels a lot like the end

How the clouds clap

How the skyscrapers sway

Before everything shatters

The sirens somersault on and on

Down the mountain”