Doubt falls away. Deep breath miles past the enemy. That blood will stain. No use to try to remedy. . That song he sang. "La, la, something 'bout a better day".
I'm kinda rusted, everyone's noticed. Salty and edgy, it's not my fault. I wear a costume to make up for broken. I wear a ribbon for the problems I've solved.
The walls are filled in here with glass. My eyes are stolen with a glance. And the cheap persuasion that has emptied. It's perfume and left us weary. Has been overlooked as art.