That's Not How the Mission Went

That’s not how the mission went

We were fine

Everything was good

We get to the other side

Of where the crater was

And all of a sudden
I’m alone

I’m alone

And you’re calling for me

And I can only hear out of this ear

My hearing in my right ear

Came back two days ago

But it was gone until then

And nobody knew why

My vision is now 20/20

And it never was before

And you’re telling me

That I’ve always had vision this good

But I have records

I have proof

That I used to have glasses

I used to wear--

I wore glasses

From the time I was eight

Until I was given special permission

To go up with the other guys

Even though I had visual impairments

Because John vouched for me

And said it wouldn't be an issue

Based on the tasks I was going to be given

Now John is gone

And you’re saying

There never was a John

And that the mission was a solo mission

And that I never got anywhere near the crater

That we never even landed

So what are you saying?

That I made up John?
That I made up Chris?
That I made up the other guys?

Chris had a wife and two kids

Where did they go?

Chris was from Patch Valley, Ohio

And now you’re telling me

There is no Patch Valley

But I kept the postcard his little girl gave him

Before we all went up

So what--you think I made it myself?
Up in the atmosphere?

You know what I had up there

And you know I didn’t have anything

To make a postcard with

Or take a photograph of--of--

Of a town that you’re saying

Doesn’t even exist

I was willing to go with your whole

Crossing through some kind of portal theory

Until you started changing the narrative around

Saying that I show no signs of any portal exposure

But that this whole mission

Was just me and my thoughts up there

And not the other guys

When they all carried me up that crater

When I hurt my leg

Now my leg is fine

But I keep whistling a song

And I don’t know what it is

And I keep asking singers

And composers

What’s this song?

And nobody knows

You’re telling me I just made it up

But I never made up songs before

I know who I was before

And I wasn’t some guy

Who made shit up

But now you’re saying I have to be that guy

Because you don’t know

What the fuck I’m talking about

You’re saying the mission

Was a big success

But it’s only a success

If you made everything else

Specific to a success

And not the story

I’m talking about

Because we lost all those guys out there

And then somehow

You find me unconscious

In the ship

When you sent the next team up

How did I get back onto the ship?

I couldn’t even move

And then there was the explosion

And the guys flying over my head

And that song I’d never heard before and--

How did I get here?

And why am I the only one

Asking these questions?

I thought I’d be answering all the questions

But none of you even care

And you want me to be glad

That you don’t care

And I think that’s--

I’m sorry

But that’s really

Fucked up

Why am I the only one

Who wants to know

What the hell

Is going on?