เพลง December 2914

December 2914

I still don't understand a thing

December 2914

The spaceships here are deafening

December 2914

Atmosphere is paper thin

December 2914

Phone reception's harrowing

But it's okay maybe if I'm honest

When nothing real is honest

So how could I be honest?

It's so confusing

But it's okay, maybe I'm an eagle

Like a wild and glorious eagle

But if everyone's an eagle

Then it's nothing special

And I might as well go home

And call my friends

But the phone's doing that echo thing

And when you hear it

When you hear yourself

You're so embarrassed by the sound

Of your own voice

December 2914

Wake up late

2:05 PM

The back of my neck is aching

There's a bruise there now

Must have been hit by something

I don't remember what it was

Don't remember when it happened

Anyways

Get out of bed

Walk across the room

It's cold

Forgot to put the heating on

The light that normally cuts the hall this time of day

Is nowhere to be found

So I go back

Check my phone

Says 2:15 now

Go to the window

Look outside

It's dark

Street lights are on

A crystal half light in the middle of the road

Where did the sun go?

Where did the sun go?