Painted eyes

Look at the sky,

And I just can’t see

 

Hold my ear

Up to a shell,

And no, I can’t tell

 

Signs that can’t be,

Plastic, make believe

 

Sugar’s dripping

Down the lights,

Plastic canopies the night sky

 

A saccharine sheen,

It’s fit for dreams,

Nothing in here is what it seems

 

I can’t get out of here,

Voices in and out my head

And so unclear

Four by four,

And six feet tall,

No I don’t see an exit, no not at all

I’ll make it to the exit if I have to crawl

I’ll make it to the exit to forget it all

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