Well you’re not brave if you still keep the letters
And
The days count me down
hits close to home now
and I
Let's you and I stay awake all night
we can pretend
Pilots are flying low
Searching for life below
Between the bits of
Rain loves the flowers for a drop at a time
A symphony of dying sings
returning patrons to their seats
dead opera
I'm waiting for the dinosaurs to return
and ravage the traffic
A new moon: fragile as glass same as the last
A
Disconnect your wired vein
They're sending current to your heart
Transmitting ra
Rain hits the windshield
And tires give way
And for a
I'm picturing you at the bottom of an ocean
... and
Rain loves the flowers for a drop at a time
Collide and break against the day.
You are nothing more than
The sun breaks against the sprain parkway
and I'm convinced that
A steady hand at dooms blank stare
with voices calling you
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