[Verse]

Ground control, I'm not gon' make it back

Complacent, though, it feels great

How I daydream in the dark?

I hope you near when I wake

Captain said it ain't no juice in the gauge

We on the rocks

A sick hand wrote the fate

We on the same page

Wading through the dust and constellations

Fading like the frayed ropes

Losing hope, it ain't no hanging

We floating away

It's as cold as you think

Stars ain't as warm as you think, my nigga

The winter

I seen the solstice in the mirror

Through the sliver of the brink