Will this be the last plane ride in your swing?
The
Sing Sing
Oh, what a sucker for that sugar substitute and
The lines I wrote became insane
Poetry to raise my hand
Come back to anywhere
Neither here or there
When I thought I'd
I want to cry but the tears won't come
There's blood
Oh hide me, would you love?
Until all have gone
Horsemen riding,
In the end there was nothing left but questions
What started
You've got to run
You've got to go to the police
It's
Play me the empty space behind my eyes
They're yelling and
Samantha put down the gun
The silence here is suffocating
Samantha put
I thought I told you not to run down on
We are the city
Where the lights come on and they
I guess I imagined them myself when no one was
It's a lesson in progress
How far away can we go?
Everything