None of This Is Going To Matter

I'm entourage
I'm on the ceiling again
I'm in between
creating scenes

I'm silent night
I'm ""where have you been all day?""
I'm help me out
I'm glad it's me

I feel the weight
of work is always on me
and never late to sell it out until

I'm entourage
except without me again
on either side of either scene

can't plainly focus
trained for keener eyes
I reconsidered your offer

can planes of living
train us for what comes next
if we listen to our bodies
they find an eager eye