so this begins my last will and confession: pack my bags, drown my car under that torrent cloud a vapor trail as subtle as the past that pried me open and here where you aren't, the atmosphere is right
just don't breathe in twice don't breathe in twice
i'm sure by now, the people here, would have learned to love me by different names, pleasantries, my comet halley adjust the lens and light, to see what they see 'cause we all become what they want us to be, don't we don't we?