Point A To Point B(其他)

Dark stained wooden table

I'll breathe when I am able

For now I'll hold it in

With all of my

Disembodied and

Unassociated sounds of departure

For the night

And finally breathing pitch black until

I had emptied out the till

Heard the tires squeal

But you won't right

I swore to myself

Last time was the last time

In past lives I was wealthy

So probably unhappy

Oh I'm so glad I died

I travel from point a to point b to point c

Trying to lose more points along the way

To get lower

I travel from point a to point b to point c

Trying to fall from grace along the way

To get lower and lower and lower