I no longer carry your marks on my collarbone,
I already stepped off of that throne;
Or did you push me?
I couldn't tell through
The field of gasoline
I found myself in.
And in this tragic end,
I prayed that I could blend,
But I suppose we can only stand,
As tall as we can bend.
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC
I no longer carry your marks on my collarbone,
I already stepped off of that throne;
Or did you push me?
I couldn't tell through
The field of gasoline
I found myself in.
And in this tragic end,
I prayed that I could blend,
But I suppose we can only stand,
As tall as we can bend.
