staring at the cracks in front of the door watching all the tears hit the floor by the doors light can not lift my head to look into you there is nothing we can say to revive what we know is gone
I push away the moon I turn out the light I walk into the wind while I clean off my knife I know I have slipped a lot of times trying to feel it right
thing become lost when you turn away and you feel like you do not know who you sleep by some lies dont stay too buried for long all the leaves from one tree do not blow through the same sky walk into the wind but walk into a wall no home