You’re a killjoy
Little boy
When I wrote the ad for astronaut
I didn’t expect a man of zero thought
So why did you respond?
Why did you think you were up to the job?
I don’t want to climb inside my head
I try each day to leave my thoughts
Yet you insist on dragging me back down to earth
To the surface of this hell
Can’t you let me fly far and wide
Up to the stars where I can reach the sky
I can reach the infinite bliss I crave each day
And then you drag me back again
Why can’t you let me be and let me breathe?
Why astronaut?
Why can’t you let me be
Let me bleed
Let me explore?
You’re a killjoy
Little boy
