The Version

Hold on baby, beige and snycopation

Dull eyes waiting, tongue of ancient ages,

Watch it sheen into the rafters,

Preserving you into hereafter,

Hours swift into the tangle of time,

Black out baby now

I can’t keep running from you,

I can’t keep purple and blue beneath the dark version of truth,

I can’t keep up with your movements,

The places you’re floating through,

It’s your dark version of you

Ash out in the wind,

Are you even in the room?

Wristed pouring cups of posion nation

To drowsy little creep fantasy faces,

Watch them pause, a little asterik

And wonder what’s with all the plastic

Dim out universe

I can’t keep running from you,

I can’t keep up with your movements.