trees fighting for the last few gasps
before the deluge
i can’t remember the last time
i was really alive
and i gotta level with you
i’m sick of this american life
it may have been old when it happened for the first time
clouds fighting for the last shadow inches
before the eruption that would devour the sky
it would take a blind man
to miss the polarity
i owned something before
in the shape of something sacred
and i find the more i type
the less i’m able to write
so i’ll send you a daily wave from the front lines
