A knock on the door says you're still where I thought you were
Two thousand and twenty AD
Written in cursive graffiti on signs on the street
The wrong application of proper technique
Is what makes you so goddamn unique
Drift my way
As I wish on that star and pray
It won't hurt when I call out your name
And no one responds
For shame, how drone
Like writing a symphony in monotone
The last I heard you were taking a trip
How I wish I could too but the last time I did
I woke up to three empty bottles of wine
And a migraine that grew as I opened my eyes
To the compound on lockdown
But somehow you still
Drift my way
As I wish on that star and pray
It won't hurt when I call out your name
And no one responds
For shame, how drone
Like writing a symphony in monotone
Like writing a symphony in monotone
The tall tale of the calm before the storm
I'll bail before I'm thrown overboard
That speck in the distance is you what a coincidence
After-all our intentions were the same
So drift my way
As I wish on that star and pray
It won't hurt when I call out your name
And no one responds
For shame, how drone
Like writing a symphony
So drift my way
As I wish on that star and pray
It won't hurt when I call out your name
And no one responds
For shame, how drone
Like writing a symphony in monotone
Like writing a symphony in monotone