The pilot light in her mind is lit
Fueled by gas and oxygen
There's smoke pouring from her cabin
I'm broken down on the side of the road
Pounding on my typewriter
Lighting the pages with my lighter
I stay locked away for days in my cave
Safe from anything that wants harm my way
Off to Yachats I'll sail away
But i got pulled back hard
From the loud sound of the oceans roar
Gravity, What a bitch, I'm stranded..
Upstream... without an oar.
Will i ever shake this nervous feeling?
Having panic attacks in the middle of dreams
like an orca, I never fully fall asleep
But i got pulled back hard
From the loud sound and I lost my sight
Couple hours pass and I'm stranded
In the dark... under the ice.
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