The rain falls up and off the street. The clocks turn back in retreat. Footsteps fall off of our feet. I see the tears crawling off your cheeks. . Turn back to pink.
Surprise, surprise. Everything you know will flash before your eyes. You're frozen with your hands against the glass. . I'm seeing bright lights. I'm hearing sharpened knives.
There's a purple heart on the stars and stripes tonight. It's pinned to the chest of the latest liar. And if you try to speak your mind. They tell you keep it to yourself.