Eyes roll back to a better day A touch reacts now there now there’s no-one else for miles Steer with hope and say, “there’s nothing I want more” But this girl is broke That’s the consequence I fear
Hide the slow ache
Plague my mind and rage a war We’ll draw new lines just to cross and draw some more My pet ghost turned our oxygen to smoke You breathe, I choke Pray these years will age us slow