105, there is no outside
just fuel and ash and soil
sometimes i still like to go for a drive
but it's not what i need to feel
panorama city below
sometimes i still throw the windows open
but it's not how i want to go
heat sinks, lights rise
sometimes i still look to encino in the evening
but it's no substitute for grieving
there was an echo, it's quiet now
a peace, it seems
there was a sunset, it's evening out
remains to be seen