Comet

It’s too much

It’s too much

It’s not too much

So far from the young creature kid

Held up in her bedroom, drawing and dreaming

I died over and over

Performing countless times for my pretend audience

Writhing and clawing under the monotony of the hills

Their protection bored me, I longed for the dark woods of the world

But the knot in my stomach ties me to safety

Don't disappoint

Don't over do

Don't die

Like, really die

I could never believe anything beyond this moment here

The future is not for me to imagine

Forward, forward

Always forward