ShoalsPierce my lip or make me sick; I’ve passed plastic as if it matters; But I haven’t
ShoalsPierce my lip or make me sick; I’ve passed plastic as if it matters; But I haven’t my legs; Beyond worried about the light in the darkness; Holding the innocent safe; With a brave face; The sirens loud in my ear but not theirs; The pounding incomprehensible; Tell me it’s not lonely; Tell me there are answers; I’ll bring them down quietly if so. ~MExclusive -- source link