Airplane Mode

Nothing's the same.

We're all to blame.

Nobody's broken.

But there's so much to say.

Hate found a way

to show its face.

But we hope love will

win in the end.

What

do

we

do

when the

middle

grows?

I'm switching

to airplane

mode.

Feeling everything, but at the same time,

I'm feeling nothing.

Endless scrolling leaves me hollow.

I need your touch,

I need your loving.

What are we running from?

Running to?

Breathing in. Burning through.

Nothing I can do but see the light inside of you.

What do

we

do when the

middle

grows?

Where do we go?

I'm switching

to airplane

mode.

What

do

we

do

when the

middle

grows?

I'm switching

to

airplane

mode