FOMO

Last night, deep down in the city, I saw a burning light

A satellite from the south side of the river, shot across the sky

These lights will come and go, they're not in your head

You can go and stack them up high when the city wakes the dead

Take time to realise your progress, before the problem gets on top of you

I know that no one ever noticed, but now they're gonna notice you

This time, be rest assured, they heard what you said

Although, all that you said was the death-rattle from your bed

Time is running out

And I won't see you now