Do you ever get the feeling

That you're floating

Do you ever get the sense that

Your body is gone?

Awake, out of focus. Unnerved.

This place might not be the same one that I know so well.

Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time.

Out of sync and violently aware that something's off.

Technically there's a chance I might be in a dream.

Repeating scenes again. Witnessing grieving friends.

Mother's caring eyes, they carry pain I've never seen, so hysterically.

"He's still here. He's still here." Where?

"He's still here. He's still here."

I'm a floating skeptic, who are they burying.

Curious perspective, don't know when to lose.

Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster.

Driving faster!

I taste the pavement on my tongue. Punctured lung.

Laughing off the warning just because.

Faltered breathing. I'm not leaving.

Awake, out of focus. Unnerved.

This place might not be the same one that I know so well...

Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time.

Out of sync and violently aware that somethings off.

They've seen enough.

Carry on.

Brother, why won't you answer? You seem to suffer like I'm gone...

No! Is that my cadaver? This can't be over! Take me home.

No!! Don't you put me under, just hold me closer.

To me, I'm not gone.

I'm not breathing.

I'm not leaving.

I'm a floating skeptic, watching them bury me.

Curious perspective, know when to lose.

Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster.

Driving faster!

I taste the pavement on my tongue. Just because.

"He's still here..."