Drifting away, a broken off branch
Swimming away, water colour rain
Laying back in the mud and clay, and Indian ink
What do you think
The script writes itself
Loops around the stars and then the street lights
A paintbrush swipe
Swimming away, out of range
When the names become numbers, the precipice
Out on the edge, the way that you fit
In between states
Eaten alive by the sky
Slowly like old bandages I can’t discern
Breaking down walls and teeth digging in
Painting your dreams
Are you as scared as me
Drifting away, swimming away
Drifting away, swimming away
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