I'm not devoid of color
I'm muted like autumn
A reddish leaf of fortune
Spiraling towards the bottom
A dusty skeleton
A comic; a has-been
I've been running on empty... already
The planet that I thought I knew
God, let it crumble
Take notice how the pavement cracks
Look at this state I'm in
To catch a spark of light
I'm running on fumes and broken tailwinds
I aim for higher places
To bask in the sunlight
This is my own 180
A version of alright
A blurry split-screen of
The nature to scurry
I've been swabbing my blisters... already
The tendons that have atrophied
God, let them hold on
I know what's mine: Hollow and somber
I know what's mine: Ankles run into the ground
If they can hold another mile
God, I'm convinced