Clarity [is gone]

Surpassing the limit at 70
And thoughts of you unceasingly haunt
What I would give for you to pilot
Us out of this forsaken anything
Deep gray speaks the sky
Clouds never lift for clarity
Only muddled thoughts that moan in brown water
Misunderstand depression
Death Cab repeats repeats
Orchestrating my scattered thoughts
If onlys
Wont leave me be
It is only 7:23