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 2:09 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 2:13 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?