Oxygen seems to me
To heavy just to breathe
Pressing in on me
Mercuric atmosphere
I play your serenade
On ivory keys
To muted laughs
And plastic smiles
That don't comprehend
Alone on the road
Illuminated by an orange glare
False day and true night
Converge within a bottled space
Looking at the trees that pass me by
Melting further,further away
Monsoon wakes me up to day
Tiptoes on my window pane
You and I in sepia
Start to fray on the edges
Much like a distorted dream
With our technicolour lives
Receding from a happy ending
Just never meant to be, anyway.