Clumsy feet, will you take me home? One more drink, and I’ll brave the road. Past pushes forward, can’t run from this, Who will hold me up, as I sink to the abyss?
Blindfold my eyes, with ignorance comes bliss.
The weighted fall, and all the bullshit, the pain of loss, of ghosts we miss. And each night, when I find you in my dreams, There’ll be no rest, 7 years still bereaved.