Flightmode - Fossil Fuel

It's cold, a wind sweeps over Dallas
And it tastes like polyester
In the fall I'll try to find a balance
Like standing straight will get me anywhere

It's a year since I set this plan in motion
In the fragile comfort of your room
Up north, and straight across the ocean, we also live on hope and fossil fuel

And I suppose I'm no longer a ghost
Just a distant friend, how we once pretended
That we could agree that there's no more history
We would just depend on present tense. And then

Out here the seasons are semesters
And Spark Notes count as literature
In a world that's new and brave and better
I somehow wish your face would just occur

But I suppose you're no longer a ghost, just a distant friend
How we needed them back when we would agree that there's no more history
Just future tense, I won't defend now and then

I suppose this is nothing but a toast to absent friends
At their expense we'll just wait and see if there's no more history
And just defend the present tense

Written by:
Sjur Lyseid

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