UFO

8:45 appears, I’m privately alarmed
Taking shots out of a spray paint can, shot flares into the dark
Tree bark on the glass, our Homewood permanent cocoon
And you’re trying to remember the last year you saw the moon
Was it 1998? Was it 2002?
Were there aliens among us? Were they treating us like food?
Was it 2003? Was it 2024?
Was it back when I realized there’d be no more Year of the Lord?
What an empty, gorgeous place
Oh, what an empty, gorgeous place
2:25 appears and I’m hanging by a thread
Your arms bend with a frustration like I’m already dead
Just because I can’t remember who I used to be
It doesn’t mean that I can’t tell you when I’m evaporating
There is nothing in your eyes, there is nothing in the wind
There were two individual trauma cases to amend
I’m a million years away, you’re another million more
So we count the days until they just don’t need us anymore
What an empty, gorgeous place
Oh, what an empty, gorgeous place
Oh, what an empty gorgeous place
I belong here
I belong