I am sick of you. I am sick of breathing you remembering dark nights car lights and the world was cloudy, it wasn't me. Orange glowing me lighter speedometer showing 60 but I'm not going, I'm not going, am I? Everything feigning fuzzy and friendly while frightening beneath and the world was cloudy, it wasn't me. Inhale orange glow stop lights car lights headlights vibrate... It was the world that was cloudy. It wasn't me.