Blue Stahli

We are thrown away,
In the house you made of every stolen moment.
Don't pretend,
I know how this ends, and who you are in secret.
All our hopes are fast asleep,
Spill the wrist of what you'll never be.
And I'll never say that everything's alright,
That when we're gone we'll sleep with satellites,
We're killing more than the loneliness behind the eyes,
Sometimes the best you can do is just survive.
Something's wrong inside,
We are feeding flies with pieces of ambition.