Light Pollution

How ‘bout we go to

An ocean so far away from all

The plans and airplane paths, and we would fall

Into a routine

Waking up and noticing

The words written in our own skulls, and we would sing

Of doing nothing real

And playing catch with invisible grenades

Yours was a fake

But that doesn’t matter

‘Cause everything is solvable

And I believe there’s nothing wrong with me

I crushed a little bit

Of something I would rather not digest

Just yet, the time has come to make a point

To look above myself

Too many stars to count have changed the sky

I cry, “It’s the other light pollution.”

But that doesn’t matter

‘Cause everything is solvable

And you once said there’s nothing wrong

I cut you off and we both fall asleep