blood on your doorstep
welcome home
tried to tame these wayward bones
the disappointment never gets old
songs of praise on sarcastic tongues
i will take all the hurt i've earned and fashion myself a weapon
this is the heartache every last one of us worked so hard for
i will die
clawing
biting
gasping for air
fighting for every inch
have i made myself clear?
through the dark
haunting the longest of seasons
losing skin to these streets
losing love to what keeps us up
knowing nothing will ever be good enough
every mile at this breakneck pace
separates us
every so called friend seeking refuge in glass
i bring you a brick
but you, i pray, are safe from me
if you choose to hate me
i will understand