737 - Foxing

I feel like a 737

Painted over and over again

Until the paint gets too heavy;

Grounded there, no company on my side

I feel like a rover

Singing happy birthday to itself on Mars

My battery is low and it’s getting dark

I can’t do this alone.

I can’t

I feel like I’m just proud to be your friend

To sit beside you while the paint gets too heavy

I love you all and thank you

I can’t do this alone

The planes that never fly

The debt that never dies

The beacons never light

The moon stays in th sky

The lightning never striks

The homes I’ve left behind

The floors I’ll never find

The eyes that never cry

The love never believed the dead

Who never speak the spells we’re whispering

Draw your moon to me