Tiny holes in the turpentine. I am fine. Stay vacant, placated; in my mind, concubine. You're no star of mine. Taking off from Atlanta signs. Getting blurry; there's no hurry this time. You're no star of mine. You're barely a light. There's never been enough for me And when the go gets rough, Make sure your skin is tough. Not a one comes easy. Yet, we idolize the mechanism that makes us blind To their lies. Sinking deeply, holding out for the rescue team, But they're not saving me. Don't let it fill to the brim. Don't let another one in. Why can't I touch your skin? Why is your body thin? I have forgotten your name. My head is a caught in a maze, but I know I'll be there until our bodies sag.