I think I'm falling.
I live my life in a moving car.
Motion surrounds me, like a dream of sorts.
I think my life is changing.
I think I'm looking out the window, and seeing nothing.
I think I live inside this moving car.
We go nowhere, we live nowhere.
I think my moods are swinging towards the dream state.
And we live in fragments.
We live in movements.
Never staying.
Never staying still.
Never finding the perfect place to stay and watch the ocean.
Because there's nothing better to do than sit and watch the ocean.
We live in fragments.
We live in movements.
Never dreaming.
Never living.
I found out you were in my dream,
when I spoke to the ones who make dreams happen.
You were a vampire, in a vampire suit,
drawing my blood, waiting to be erased
from the lives of everyone you trust.
And it hurts me always, that no one knows but me
that you live far outside the city,
where no one stays the same.