chasing a lie tracing our scars, moaning for help, to be helped and everyday we feel further away from ourselves, the concrete is wet i feel too comforatble. my responses are limited to reactions, and everything dies its little deaths everyday. so with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas, i set out to write a synonym for loss, hands caught in the door and my face on the floor, i'll write one for you.
chasing a lie tracing our scars, moaning for help, to be helped and everyday we feel further away from ourselves, the concrete is wet i feel too comforatble. my responses are limited to reactions, and everything dies its little deaths everyday. so with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas, i set out to write a synonym for loss, hands caught in the door and my face on the floor, i'll write one for you.