So I dreamt in scrolling timelines
Of overlapping realities
Of the time I got it right
And you were there
Every imaginable version
Stood there
In distant quiet perfection
So beautiful and defiant
So vulnerable and true
And if all the best poets are full of shit
Then what does that say about you? Or me? Or everybody we know?
There's a morse code flickering on the edge of my vision
It tells me it's time, to come down again
But I don't think that I'm ready
I'm hardly aware of the concrete beneath me
Then I dreamt of floating UFOs
Of Camp Cope T-shirts
Of heartache and loss
I know it's not so easy to block it out
But from here if you raise your thumb you can pretend well enough
There's a morse code flickering on the edge of my vision
It tells me it's time, to come down again
But I don't think that I'm ready
I'm hardly aware of the concrete beneath me
We screamed through the tunnels that we thought would never end
I yelled til my throat hurt or at least until I lost my breath
Then I fell asleep in Major's backseat, knocked out by the Dramamine
There's a morse code flickering in the fluorescent lighting
It says, "Hey man, we're all gonna die, but we have to fight or burn out trying"