Outside of office hours, soliciting a distressed caller
The power, it's been out since late last year
And I still know this is where it ends, while I'm stuck behind a fountain pen
And it's sixteen hours til I can get home
Smashing up high rise apartments, I find excuses in the moment
Something past high maintenance design
And Chloe's supposed to call, I've been slowing my stride to just a crawl
The subscript in my teeth is running dry
I'm in Bristol, I'm in Boston, Geneva flights keep me bound to motion
Cross-continential job's a bore
Oceanic green in an airport screen, it's telling me which time to leave
I'm still packing away my things from last night
I'm on shore leave, I'm surely thinking of all the things I couldn't be
In Detroit lights, drowning in gutters, no support, no guarantee
Nobody asks for my opinion, I'm just significant to me
I'm dead and gone in iron sights, dreaming of someplace where I can sleep