When I blackout and cannot hear you crying in your sleep what do you do?
When your understanding of the world as true is false
and fraud is the commerce that we share
shots rang out and I clung to you
like desire would cull the jagged world
make it tenable again
the anticipation made it worse…..
When I sell out and everything that I believe is comedy to youth
when your understanding of the world is false made true
a tinge of optimism shimmers through