i think there could be a place where you're walking around and laughing at us

because we all think we're so superior right where we are

and i think there could be a place where you're wondering what exactly it is they're doing and why

and i think i know there's a place where you're dreaming

although they say that you can't dream anymore.

i think that this reality is subjective and that they should know that

but i can't tell them

i'm not involved enough

i think that you'll probably be there for them like he is there for us and eventually one day i'll be there for whomever.

i think it's going to be surreal watching you go

i'd like to think that you're floating

up, up and away

i know that it's cliche'd that i'm writing this

and that i probably don't have any right.

but i thought i should.

i hope wherever you are is brilliant

i hope that linoleum floors don't exist there

i hope that there is no such thing as a ceiling

i hope you're gliding in endless sky

and i hope that everything below you looks incredibly silly

forget about numbers

forget about data

forget about bills of any kind

spin as fast as you possibly can and revel in the spinning

goodnight. sleeptight. dream as loud as you fucking can.