Let’s all pretend we have a life
We have love, we have family ties
Let us bask in the transcendence of hope
Sing out our hearts with falsetto
Let us clench tightly to uncertainties
Bury our contentions and Uphold false tranquility

Tortured desires concealed beneath Mormon beliefs
The pure clarity projected from the Bourbon reliefs

The Abrasion of broken bones
The thrill of gilded gold
The red bled to the lead
My insecurities became known