tomorrow, it’s your turn to set the fires
I’ve run out of strike-‘em-anywheres

the sky lies down in the grass
our universe is applauding and the earth takes a bow

there are those who simply do not have it in them to scream
some things break so much easier than we’d expect them to

these pages that keep resurfacing don’t know when to give up
falling to your knees isn’t the same as praying

you run for your life
I just need a moment to rest my eyes

give them a handful of joy and unflinching spirit
if only to be contradictory

chills run down our backs
like it’s going out of style

it’ll all be over before anyone can pick a side
only the pathological liars saw this coming