Put down your briefcase, I’ll peel off my mask
Pour us some whiskey, while I spin a song.
With our backs to the floor, and our heads in the sky
Together we’ll lay here, dreaming of the next life.
A life where we wander, a life where we’re free,
A life without worry, a life without pain.
The whiskey it dwindles, the moon rises high
Our minds are together, yet so far away.
The morning’s upon us, the difference is clear
Your eyes can still fake it, my weary soul no more.
Pick up your briefcase, and fasten your mask
I’m going to lie here, with my dreams instead.
Day 9,882. From a wandering mind at 30,000 feet.
Cherrettie
Forever Paisley 
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