northern lights

I can hear you crying

in the next room

wish that there was something

I could

say or could do

those pill that they're

giving to you

ain't doing no good

the fat ones look like mentos

the little ones like drops of blood

I wish that we could float away

high as helium

way into the northern lights

far from gravity and oxygen

never seen the northern lights

here in south florida

I know I'm not supposed to know how sick you are

I wish that we could float away . . .

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