On The Moon

We looked up at our worth.
And flew this paper airplane off the Earth.
Danger, oxygen, evaporating soon.
We're out in space all alone no fuel.

On the moon.
And we look up and realize we're fucked.

The mind starts to wander don't it.
How can you think of God at a time like this?
Just lye down with me.
We'll wait it out, watching the stars collide.

They turn off.
One by one.

On the moon.
And we look up and realize we're fucked.