Cold hands on a dark night
Dry lips and a BIC light
The thin lines on the sidewalk
They guide me as my feet walk in twos
My view
Ears red, with my eyes closed
Thoughts race on a wide road
A new year feeling homeless
With new fears and emotions I choose to
Refuse
Once, enough
Divine chill
Fun, destruct
And lie still
Reckless for a weak-skin
Now lean in for a secret
There's no hope in the rubble
My heart aches as I stumble right on through
My view