I wanna be more discreet, I want em all to quit following me. In the walls held captive, lives a mouse. I don't have the guts to kick him out. In the bars where I live, lives someone.
I am a tiny fly, buzzing around in a field. Somewhere in the overgrowth of your memory. And at night you wander though, as the image of a. Former you, searching every nook and every cranny for.
We were young kids. We made a difference. We survived those churches and hospitals. Tall tales get taller, but they'll never grow old. Yours is a flame, it never goes old.