He sits among the rest, buried in his seat.
The clatter
Bound to own all of our dreams.
Intimate love affair with
Simple seams with single lines
That operate with poised precision.
We'll orche
so this is how it is without your love.
so this
You're earth bound, I'm injured,
We move too fast to remember
saw it all fall apart in a mass hit.
telephoned right
You won't move
So I won't follow
This used and makeshift path.
Born
and i'm here and i'm special
and i'm the one who
down here we're caught under the waste
of our dilutions that
Turn around.
Turn to me.
Maybe you're the one who's overrated.
This painted
we're keeping up the fiction and breaking all the mirrors.
we're