We were sitting in the silence,
city humming far away.
Every heartbeat felt like warning,
every word we didn't say.
You were staring out the window,
like the world was shifting slow.
I could feel the distance forming in the place we used to know.
This is the last stop before we changed where the map was rearranged.
Where the truth began to surface where we stood without a place.
I've been wandering for many years.
I've never seen anything like it in my life.
There's no place left in my stomach where I can rest assured.
Sometimes my subconscious mind asks me,
when will I be free from this body?
I'm the real body of my subconscious mind.
I'm used to being told all this.
I'm not a human, I'm just an ambulance.
But I'm waiting for my subconscious mind.
When will I be free from this subconscious mind?
She's the magic lamp of my lost morning.
She knows how to breathe,
the tea of this country.
Maybe we were meant to fracture,
meant to learn what breaking means.
Maybe endings make the pages for the lives we try to dream.
This is the last stop before we
change where the world began to split.
Where the silence had the answers even when we ran from it.
Every version of our story leads me right back to this frame.
The last stop before we change,
before we never were the same.