I think I heard a story circulating.

Wrapped in us, made up by.

You trust while I reach down, pull the strap
shut.

Blink twice then make the call...make it right.

Feel the ride bearing down on us.

Rolling back our eyeballs.

Insist not my problem a wince, react, just takes
much longer.

Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor.

Heard that one before.

You trust while I reach down, pull the strap
shut.

Blink twice, then make the call...make it right.

One minute now, from here on out...facing
backwards and inside out.