This Papermill Is Getting To Me

and i saw stars, contrasting blues, and a red wrap you.
one more beat of my heart towards biological pacemaker stress
it turns out we've got deadlines to meet just like the rest.

alarm clocks will force me to take my rightful age.

and i saw stars, blues, a red and you.
and i want to want to stay,
but wishes are not suitable means,
for you were holding hands.

but these stars suddenly turned this body's sense of trying to hold reason,
but i still chose,
i still chose you.

and i saw stars untrue.
maybe we could see this city,
together, for what it really is.
forever and ever.
maybe we could see disinterest and apathy as not so unique.