What are you thinking now?
Is there anything they know?
When are you having thoughts?
Are we even both the same?
In years we'll meet up late, much later than before
I do.
Where are you going now?
I am running out of air
The danger in getting caught
Makes it seem more innocent
It's clear beyond the range of looking out for signs
I heard.
What do you call me now?
I have such a simple name.
Give me a number now
Did you even anyway?
I fear I may be crushed beneath the weight of your guitar.