i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
i kneel on two bad knees i clasp together two
he burns through the keys in hopes to unlock himself with freedom of song
you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
i walk as a storm two bolts of lightning in socks shoes laced with thunder
she passes a man but her scent is the full moon and a wolf follows
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun
there will plenty of time to be si… when the abyss avalanches down upo… burying you deep into eternal abse… so raise your voice while you stil… because even if you can’t yell tom…
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
when you don’t know for as long as i haven’t known you start to get used to it you don’t worry so much about solv…
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
