All the windows are closed here
And the curtains are drawn
On this summer evening
I got trouble breathing
Dark spots in my eyesight as I try to stand
On my solitary solace
Nothing much transpires from this scene
She gave me this stolen gift I would've taken
But my hands were on fire
Under plastic water
My tin foil capsules through my feet
Under plastic friends
I draw breath from the sounds I don't hear
And in my plastic job
My tin foil capsules through my feet
In my plastic head
No one's real and no one cares