Quarter horse like I’m running a race

Blinders on until my lungs shake and break

Eyes locked or freeze framed?

We float off the ground

and then find out the helium’s fake

Can’t live in space, can’t suspend this feeling

while my hands fucking ache

Stars in ur eyes, their dust in mine

Gotta cut the tether one day, snap the line

Move forward but can’t tell

how much time we got left

What’s left, a hope chest?

Can you front me a lie? I need one

I can believe. I want to absorb

become the brine.