You were an architect to my fears Knew the walls that would cave in on me the corners I sought shelter in Built cathedrals out of my vices Monuments for my shortcomings Raised cities, lined the streets with my body Named the neighborhoods after the parts of me I wished to forget All the good in me is timber inside a burning building Making ashes of the man I once took pride in being, You hold all the blueprints, Know my alleyways and sewers, The backstreets and corners that make my chest, I have no more steel to make this foundation stable again.
So far away from here you've gone. Maryland was difficult.