Marmalade March

I’m ill again, and this time I am fucked
I probably shouldn’t of stayed out
But I couldn’t help getting drunk
This life that I have been prescribed
Is taking control of my head
I’m tethered to matters I don’t really like
Can you take me to your world instead

So I can lose myself and find a reason to care
Stored in thoughts with astronauts
On a universal carousel
So I’m bootlegging it around space
Trying to find out where I originate
Theres a neurologic correlation
That is relative to your relatives

Cause were all designed
To be alien
With atoms to hire
Subterranean
For every life kind
Trying to hide from entropy

I lost my sense but I found a friend to talk
Addicted to fluorescent minds
And colourful dialogue
His ideas are all pear shaped
Cause his brain and his heart are divorced
From a time long before me
So scattered and out of control
He’s on planet hoping endorphins
Waiting for life to be reinstalled

I had such a lovely time
Watching galaxies align
I could stay here for days
Making sunlight seperate