If fires light up the night and burn up my hands please guide my thoughts away from the hurt for a way to resist the pleasure in heat.
My palms into dust less touch, less lust Forget impulse resort to anything
Disappear here, the night is unclear. In shadows of doubt the highs will feature. Another moment in the crescent moon Another occasion. Another you. I now know I’d rather be a lost boy without any need. I now know I’d rather be full of hope Stranded on my knees.
Tragic Youth Let the young Be undone Forever and ever….