Space Pens

Swirling with reckless precision
They don’t discriminate
Can’t hide from hypocrisy
It’s far too late

They like sex, drugs, and music
(They see it all as music)
Binding me to reality,
forcing a never-ending battle
amongst themselves, a bittersweet victory

There’s an end in sight, but they can’t see it
There’s a way to be
They don’t wanna be it
Am I them or are they me?
Same thing in a fantasy

Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s blindness
Kill it with kindness
Put your own mask on to help others
Take it off for the same reason
It’s easy to believe when you already do
Perfect is the opposite of true

Tell me how you really feel?
Just more layers to peel
eventually i’ll know
they’re all that’s real.