Tied back between the threads
It's just enough when the evening ends.
You're on the moon again broadcasting to show me where you've been.
Impossible to see a neverender
Drink to forget we'll make this pass
Impossible to breathe so I surrender
Seven and Seven makes one weak
Waking up I've never felt better
Eyes are red, but really I'm fine
If all you need is a voice to carry you, I'll promise never to cut the line.