Droner - Rozwell Kid

High on a hill

Beneath the red lights

You float above me

They blink, you disappear

I’m colder now

Increase the distance

I’m thinking back on those things

I’ll never know

Parked on the rug

L.A. apartment

You watch the phone

But they never call you back

I wasn’t home

I wasn’t born yet

I only wish I was there

To cheer you on