Curtains

You're the chemicals in my town. You're the chemicals in the apocolypse.
You're so close to my capsule, its a tragic belt, its a magic celibate belt.
Do you want to break through to empty creation? Its here. Shining and worthless.
And i want i want i want you to worry about me throughout the night
we all hang like a drugged Rapunzel out the window. Without hair.
You're unaware that I'm asking for a day, an hour, a week in your secret club.
The constellations your government buries, could be worth holding my breath for.
Scar me. This holding cell is a skin-bag. I don't want to live without it.
You can't help but smile with my ass in the swing of your smooth galaxy..
I can't help but smile.
You're the chemicals in my brain. You're the chemicals in the rain.
Its a time travel masterpiece my friend; its a never bending train.
Do you want to run through this death? Its there...
over the marshmallow field that smells like the seventies.
we all have ghosts like sheets with holes cut out of them.
We all have ghosts but no one will show them in public places.

You can be nowhere near my nuisance. At times, an embarrassment.
Its needless of me to communicate with words, with hands, with text.
Take this idiotic basis of language as defining anything as bullshit.
Take this artistic mind, these hands and break them for i am exhausted by your craft.
There is no language for this condition, though it prevails science.
You can leave me now for sake of drama.
Its curtains for me, there is no reason to try anymore.