Cloud Collapse

I believe it
But I throw away the hours and days
They turn to waste

Languishing in my eternity
Just withering
I'm only chasing ashes

Echo of a mound of hair and teeth
I drift like sleep
Well, now am I free?

Holding onto all I want to last
On a phonograph
Keep spinning, spinning, spinning

I'm a memory
I'm a reverie
I'm a fantasy
I'm a fallacy (a light on the stem of an unflower)

I'm dishonesty
I'm hypocrisy (with petals like black moths)
I'm a memory (dreaming of before before before before)
I'm a reverie

I'm a fantasy (a light on the stem of an unflower)
I'm a fallacy (with petals like black moths)
I'm dishonesty (dreaming of before, before, before, before)
I'm hypocrisy

I believe it, but I push it down
Each inch of ground
A graveyard now

All collapsing with black holes and clouds
I'm broken down
Burst wide open now