"Back Drawer (The Time Was Right II)"

For Fishstick Blob's Looking Back project. Thought that I should like to post it here as well. *HUGS* Thanks to Beeeeeee for the pink asbestos skies. It all started there.
"Back Drawer (The Time Was Right II)"
crumpled yellow parchment paper still in your third drawer underneath the lavendar and underwear to this day even now reads the same as it always did:
"I've packed my bags, it's time to go
The tides are pulling me far and away
Maybe i'll see Mars, or the moon, i don't know
But i've got to go, got to, got to escape
From this prison of sunset and its pink asbestos skies
Oh baby, maybe I'm just a satellite
Orbiting around whatever attraction grows heavy and handy
But I can't get through one more night
Sitting around grinding up rainbow pills,
Trying to find that one particle of trust joy love faith
Because the wretch in your fortune cookie paste mirror
She's taken to wearing my face.
And i've got to go, maybe I'll go Mars
Just somewhere where the sun doesn't shine so fuckin' hard
Maybe find a reason why this whole thing had to start.
But i gotta get out of here,
Before i suffocate, burning in the light
And if it's all i have to do to get some air,
I'll go beyond these pink asbestos skies."

tears and phonecalls and three plane tickets back and forth and still, your saturn girl never returned. when asked for comment, she still says only this: the time was just right.