I'm sorry I can't talk to you right now,
I'm too happy and I only need you when I'm down,
My ceiling stopped spinning,
I sighed, "No more noises,"
And it was really noisy,
It's been that way for a couple years now,
I thought I'd suffocate without it,
But I survived,
Left wondering if I ever needed it,
A question of identity,
That's why I can't talk to you right now,
Maybe I only fall so that I need you,
What if I survive without you too?
No more noises, no more calls,
Is this freedom or is it the end of my rope?