Running a mile a minute,
More like I’m runnin’ three.
Burnout, only I ain’t got time
To burn.
Looks like I’m gonna snuff out
Didn’t rear me to be the master,
Bash head on the wall, when you
Ask me to be the slave. I can’t.
And my arms grow tired.
I can’t, and prop myself up still.
How you doin’ it all? Whisper,
I steal from my future self.
Each time I press-insist, she slips.
I’m losing her, chick I’m gonna be,
I compromise dreams, sanity, blood,
To give in the moment a lil more of me.
I’m here.
I’m pure.
I’ve done it all.
I’m a rocket queen.
Imma dance
On a satellite.
‘S gonna implode.
‘Cept satellites don’t.
They just break down.
Bust open.
Me, I swell like a balloon,
And drift into space.
I’m running outta air here,
Look down & don’t see you
No more.
Bye-bye.
Lift off.
Sign off.
