The path the kids knew
Cut through the forest
Grown over now
Too thick for clumsy feet
Winds tired
Lost in it's own wake
Bloodslick, screaming clarity
Who were we, then?
Emboldened, sugar
Pills swallowed for our strength
Stained to our wrists
From the products of our hands
A beaten testament to how it's name was made
Forgotten in the gloom
Nostalgia, smoking up the room
And no, never to move on
When all the songs are
Hymns of futility
To go, and live a life long
Planting roots and
Hospitality
And no, never to move on
When all the songs are
Hymns of futility
In all the notes we wrote in a better hope
Closing on a home, built of better bones
(To go, and live a life long)
Were you the one throwing stones?
Breaking windows, let it go where the wind blows?
(Planting roots and)
And did you hear him then, saying better words?
To go away and feel for a better verse,
(Hospitality)
Or f*ck it all, for a better hearse?