Red: Alone

It's been a while. It's kinda muddled
There was a blast, and I'm thinking
"Oh my God, there's a penny!"
"And there's another!"
"There's a pile of change!!!"
I've been absorbed and now I'm racing by your house.
I'm too obscured to be seen just by the naked eye alone.
Calloused, injured, surreal, ignored by just the dream.
To heal before the wound is cleared.
A life in shame of your belief.
Kids on the outside wave.
Breathe on the glass and draw with a finger.
Maybe it's just a normal day.
Pick up a brick, smash windows and make you fly.
Hey, think of a number, write it on paper
wrap it around your handlebars
This is a memory constructed to make you cry.
It's on the fly. Can't fake another.
Fill up the glass, I'm shaking.
Oh my God, that's a memory.
And that's another.
And here comes the shame.
And I pretend that I don't mind, but I am full
And I remember things that make me rip my eyes out of my skull
And I divine the things that I can't handle
No epithet can set beside this angle of angels.
I've been absorbed and now I'm racing by your house.
I'm too obscured to be seen just by the naked eye alone.
Who are you supposed to save?
Is this an exercise in absorption?
How far will you go to avoid their name?