“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”

"I can't put out the fire

But I'll stay with you

While the edges of the night

grind against your temples"