Cloud Collapse

I believe it But I throw away the hours and days They turn to waste Languishing in my eternity Just withering I'm only chasing ashes Echo of a mound of hair and teeth I drift like sleep Well, now am I free? Holding onto all I want to last On a phonograph Keep spinning, spinning, spinning I'm a memory I'm a reverie I'm a fantasy I'm a fallacy (a light on the stem of an unflower) I'm dishonesty I'm hypocrisy (with petals like black moths) I'm a memory (dreaming of before before before before) I'm a reverie I'm a fantasy (a light on the stem of an unflower) I'm a fallacy (with petals like black moths) I'm dishonesty (dreaming of before, before, before, before) I'm hypocrisy I believe it, but I push it down Each inch of ground A graveyard now All collapsing with black holes and clouds I'm broken down Burst wide open now