I don't want to stay inside forever
In existential grief and exponential sadness.

I parlay all my wants and create a deep need.

The patrons eyes they tell me
where I'm supposed to be.
And it's not here...It's not this place.

These bars they are the dim lights
Flood our brains with dim thoughts
And pulses race then stop.

Out in the world when a ghost dies
It's tough to identify them.
If they had a name then it hasn't been use in a while.

O if I had been the sum of all this false equilibrium
My face would go paley white.