The last glow, man, seemed so different It sunk into coke-stained cellophane On my sweaty skin, a tight sweater That has been showing my weakness Is there anyone gazing at me In this picture with no subject? Is there anyone tearing off my plastic skin While someone's whispering All the time, all the time My uneasy apologies Negotiable with myself Struggling with zero gravity While I can't move Piercing, shiver, diving down my spine A longer slide Tucked between my shoulder blades You know the coordinates Tossed, twisting into a weight If driven by your gentle breath I'll surf my kite Sorry if that day I was so mean Now I'm picking up this chance To say I was right I can see ourselves From the outside, outside