Air

We are the sad people those scared eyes insane unseen

An island inside inside out minds unbeing dead isn't being alive

What's wrong with the air?

The red line when the sky ends the pretty ugly lives

Can't take your car to heaven can't take god for a drive

Unbeing dead isn't being alive

What's wrong with the air?

In mourning for the morning, you laughed yourself into the afternoon

You thought was endless you wanted to be weightless

You didn't want to wait

What's wrong with the air around you?