Symphonies

"and the loneliness get blown away, gimme, gimme symphonies, gimme more than the life I see... I lie down in the dust just under your eye. A scrap of paper, thin as vapor, filling my clothes like smoke, a couple of the wires in my heart are broke. I float, I miss something nothing but dreams, schemes, moments wasted, taste I tasted, fate I'm fated, re-edited again and copy pasted..."