Could i beg of myself the blame

maybe a little more (...

...) maybe a little more

stretch to my neck

and i could see above it all

days go so slow

i'm finding time with no devotion



we prance around unfavorably

where's the cure for

the bored and lonely

if not for you

there's no glory

in stargazing battles

of the bored and lonely



feel this night

an ending,

an entrance in sight

i know how to feel two circuits