Made
we grew up with lights around
we started early and our fights we found
we were all alone
i was a liar
true.
i'm on fire
stop breathing so much
you'll only make it worse
you'll only lead yourself closer and closer
to the inevitable
don't give up now
we'll fight
we can fight
tonight
because it doesn't seem so crafty
when all the doors are drafty
with leaky swollen seams
fragments from the dreams
you drempt all night
it just isn't worth the fight
and it surely isn't worth
figuring out the wrong from right.
right?
posted by Allister Reynolds at 3:30 AM
