Afterthoughts (Lauren Edman)

Something's coming but I can't see Something's coming but I can't see But I can't see Drifting through sun-streaked days And wispy nights Of afterthoughts and fireflies Careful now There's no one around Something's coming but I can't see Something's coming but I can't see But I can't see Shifty-eyed and sifting through the rubble Who would think a mind could be so muddled? Terrified as terror does it finds me It finds me Desperately, spiraling... Down Something's coming but I can't see Something's coming but I can't see But I can't see