On the upswing of a slow deep breath I feel the place I slept wrong on my back Everyone is staring They're plotting a trap But I'm just sitting in front Of the museum map There are visitors Then there is me But I'm every single person in my dreams Suddenly I pull my eyelids apart To be staring down the throat of the bar Four years to reach us? That's a pretty distant star Hell I think outside my neighborhood feels too far One can truly live or watch themselves die But I'm stuck internalizing some unnoticed high five Feels like eternity is implanted in my head As I'm picking my nose at the edge of the bed There are visitors Then there is me But I'm every single person in my dreams There are visitors Then there is me But I'm every single person in my dreams