17 Times Ago

Seventeen times ago we fixed it for good Seven more times to go until it works like it should All this space sprinkles dust in my soul Air this taste rains paranoia Colorful signs adorned both sides of the road Selectively blind we both full throttled the ghost Now here we are in a crater too small You can't crawl out without crushing us all Wrap me with a glittered bow like a tourniquet Make it so tight I mold and drop away Swigging poison is a torturous go Filtered samples are only bottled for show Seventeen times ago we fixed it for good Seven more times to go until it works like it should