Waiting on some consolation
For the unraveling sense that you're going nowhere
Thought you had another bottle in the refrigerator
But you don't see it there
Walk to the gas station and dish out some cash
The night moves as slow as a lifetime moves fast
When the moon comes to a circle
You're reminded of your body's stark utility
Stagnantly staving off heavy summer air
Hanging around in the humidity
Touching yourself, staring up at the ceiling
Desperate to deliver some kind of feeling
To the еther, to connect yourself with somеthing
Greater than grinding your teeth in your sleep
Ecstatic joy like a work of art
Cutting open your skin to enter your bloodstream
Well, now you're a star, or a god, or a flame
Fuck where you're going
Forget from where you
Came