space heaters and declarations that australian sun's not worth the warmth. acid that we bought from elevators going up, feels like i'm falling down. my house has gone under the sea but i retain my residency. oxygen is slowly killing me. it's getting hard to breathe. i need to find new lungs. i'm still getting high on empathy but i don't know how long this feeling lasts. open up your chest and let the bluebirds out. warn them that reflections aren't their friends. now i'm dependent on filling prescriptions to get me through the day.
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