Stranded Satellite - Cursive

I’ve got my troubles

They’re waiting back at home

Up in this bubble

I tend to make my own

This tilted orbit

Dull as a sedative

Someone write my obit

«Hope he’s happy where he’s headed»

It’s a white rabbit — stranded satellite

It’s a parlor trick — stranded satellite

I’m so full of shit — stranded satellite

I’m up here every night and

I’m feeling less enlightened

What was it I was fighting?

I’ve been abandoned

I do it to myself

I’ve got this habit

Of making heaven hell

This floating flophouse

Keeping me gone too long

Someone tell my spouse

I love her more than Major Tom did —

No, I don’t think she knows

Stranded satellite

In a gilded cage — stranded satellite

In a rolling grave — stranded satellite

I’m up here every night and

I’m feeling less enlightened

What was it I was fighting?

I’m feeling distant

You’re half a world away

These bad decisions

Solidified my fate

I miss you dearly

But I’m not coming home

Yeah, this life is dreary

It’s the only life I know…