My Blue Heaven

A trace of me
That floats in my periphery
And every time I turn to see
It goes
Alone
Alone again

Floating by like a satellite
To pass the time
You’ll float by again
And I can tell you about the little things
So you don’t think about the big things for a while

We walked the earth
We talked and never spoke a word
She wonders who will be the first to go

Alone
Alone again
Alone
Alone again

Current listening :: “Prison Food” – Ben Folds

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