There are the beasts
flushing through the streets
with sorrow
on their mind
Here they are
the dried out walls
with lonely cracks
and dusty
I'm back here in the states
(thoughts turning over)
I've seen the
It's on your hand
the scratching choices
the streets are shallow
and so
You always take the heart of me
and leave it there
You're so right
and you don't think you're wrong
you're not on
Bring back color in my blue skin
put the breath
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
you real
Watch my tail
as my tail will stinch you
I stay
while we
Sometimes
it really sometimes
feels like hard times
getting by with you
maze