theres a number on my back and theres pills down my throat. the breeze is cold, biting at the ice on the window ledge. 

its all a test, its all conflicting.

everyones nonexistant eyes on me. zipper up a new personality. match the notes of the music stars. strum a guitar in tune to the cars passing by five floors below, the streets shooting stars. 

free falling; landing among the stars without even shooting.