The vanity bonfire, red, orange, glowing Tinsel and tin, tattoos into my skin
First day tomorrow, I’m on your balcony like
Never thought I’d say I’ll be seeing you around
This time I’ll go out of my way not to drown
This time, this time, knockin’ your
This
devices here on moon
Flowers you, dying to bloom
up written into
of light crawl my way
This my way not to
the language written changes
This time, knockin’
Your door
This at
into changes
time, knockin’
Cut written changes
This time, knockin’ at door
changes