Paisley's p.o.v (as a sixteen year old teenager)
Blossoming growth
Unstoppable external force
Going to a place far beyond earth's atmosphere
Requiem for a pipe dream, false hope, a dying heart without a pulse
Off you go again to elsewhere
Wide awake, I finally know the truth
This first last breath of life maybe brief, but at least death is out of reach
Hold me tight and give me some relief, time