What is that on top of me?
What is this fantasy?
I set the controls for the heart of the city
It wasn't enough to harvest the land of self pity
And maybe you'd say, "is this all that you've got?"
I'm treading water every time I see your name
And I'll send it to you
Even if the mailing is costly
Is this enough to make
My legacy?
I just want to give you something
For when I die
In sixty years more or less
My name will be yours to keep
Am I just living in the ethereal world?
Where nothing real happens and all joy is illusory
And you're jetting past fast
The nature of life
How it stays in a constant loop
Like the beat in your head
And it stays
Until you're dead
Once more you say, say you're not having it
Trapped in the wildest of days I've done nothing truly inspiring
I ran to the field with an unsettling urge to commit to what I've been taught
And forgot all of the misspelling words in that contract
I just want to give you something
For when I die
In sixty years more or less
My name will be yours to keep