Are you too busy drinking While I’m on the floor sinking Are you too busy forgetting about me Getting high around 3 Forgetting who was always there for you All we had been through Do I even know this new person I don’t want the upgraded version I want the old you The one who was always true Where is she now.
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar