the scars of yesterday, still open and raw.
less memorable, or so you thought.
Jumped in dirty.
Came out the same way.
Letting the ego get the best of you?
Bigger than a breadbox.
Less memorable, or so you thought.
‘Got to stop believing in all my lies.
Too much to do…before I die.’
Me with my wink and all the things…lost in the fire.
Never believe me when I tell you,
youth is in me.
Nor, my innocence is purchased free.
‘Never hell, to well, for you or me.’