Not feeling attractive today
Airborne manic obsession all a-fray
Until Gabriel calls with his mustache
Smiling both of us is how I picture us
So I go up the river again
Not with her, but in a rhythm
This buzzing occupies my head
Uninvited ice cold glass looks shattered
Can you believe a thousand light
This migraine pounds me to a fright
If I whine I speak of why?
For the Truth is I am just a fly.
Doing a job passed down from above
Gifting future what we think’s been gotten rid of.