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i woke up this one morning
to a green cloud on the floor
and just the very next morning
it was plastered to my door

i felt so real inside my bubble
and my skinny, pale body had no stains
but i wanted more, i wanted trouble
to melt with the sun, fall with the rain

my head is a radio. circa 1985
but my papers read six years later
i am full of numbers but i have yet to arrive
just waiting for the greater creator

you see, my view is narrow and not too bright
you're not a person, you're just another face
see you during the day but won't keep me up at night
we are nothing more than wasted space

i am floating through my mind
and oh how i wish you could see them too
but you just stand there, stupid and blind
so i sit and sing to myself
because i'll never get to you