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
Countdown to takeoff
engine roar the night sky
and in your favorite
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
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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