Here I am, all alone
like a plane on a beach
Where am I? Who are you?
I don’t really care
Where are we? What is this place?
Who really cares? I thought I did, once
So is every fucking thing
I’ve never met someone like me
How could you even possibly
I know this makes no sense
Just the way it’s supposed to be
Who are you? Where are we?
I don’t care, Where is this place?
Like a plane on a beach
It doesn’t matter to me
I wrote a song, I lost it somewhere
It really doesn’t matter at all
This sand really feels like sand
Are we really supposed to understand?
I guess I don’t, and don’t fucking care
Making sense is like putting on airs
As if anyone’s supposed to care
But this sand really feels like sand
Stream of consciousness
It goes on and on
There is no on, or off, or right
We just all slip into the night
Random thoughts inside my head
And find their way into this thread
Like a plane on a beach
Fuck this sand feels like sand
It’s not for us to understand