blue haze cellophane wrap around me suffocate in this cupboard space for three enter normality through a hole in the head and speak to me in these dreams encoded when will i next see you?

furious inspiration flies above me my filter frame was made too wide it lets through more than i can carry i want to catch the finer pieces

give me your life i can't afford my own at least let me hold it and take it home when will i next see you coming up for air?