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You stare at the skies
But I know I belong to the below
Looking for reasons for years
To move back into the bad neighborhood
Where twisted things doesn’t wait ‘til nightfall
Substance-free high
I’m soaring
I’ll never blame you
But you’ll be mentioned on my stone
Intoxicated children on hazardous roads
Intoxicated children on hazardous roads
Promises you never knew how to keep
And these waves pierce through my evenings
With messages and codes
Of my delusional haven
This is a chapter you thought
No words could spell
A book we closed long ago
But I still kept sketching the cover
A haunting fairytale of
Intoxicated children on hazardous roads
And as I stumble
I am, again
A child in your eyes
But I know
I’m much younger than that
The occasional late night slur
Old habits are my only company
You never studied my right hand
Or what was stuck in my blonde mess
You don’t know where to find me on a night like this
And that’s how I want it to be
You put so much pride in your words
But silence speak the loudest
Winter child
Even though you too
Are a
Winter child
You left me in a
Snowdrift of confusion
I could draw you a map of
The things I never told you
But that’s a treasure
You wouldn’t benefit from finding
I prefer your words
But I know
I have to write my own book
But the lines are crooked and my handwriting is off
No, I do prefer your words
Even though I don’t understand them anymore
