I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
Something
to do
with
you

I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by

Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.

So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.