Low Light Assembly

We can’t change this place the way it changes us The parking lot where we lay is more than home now Breathe in deep Please, breathe in deep The light bleeds through the window pane, into our eyelids Our bodies drown in Sheetz, anchored, exhausted Count the stains one by one, up on the ceiling The echoes race around the room, they sing together We are all the, all the same We are all the, all the same