Socratic. Switzerland. Zeneszám

Tonight I took the long way home. I walked around this world just to see if when I got home if I could fall asleep. Am I supposed to feel like this? I'm falling through my fingertips, another day. Another chance fades away. We cried and ocean, we'll drown ourselves in it. Slowly the air disappears. I never thought that drowning could feel so good. The summer nights are feeling so far, this night seem so cold this night seems so familiar, that it's true. It's been five months straight, it felt so far way. I'm on the edge now, and looking down on things. Will I let them kill me? Or smile? Like I think I will, the ground will feel lovely.