My feet leave imprints in sand
as impressionable as the faces
I willingly glance,
they are much too divided
as my parents were,
after an unsatisfying chance.
Who's to say that we too,
can't fake romance?

Notes written from
a boy in the clouds,
fire at his back
and friends at his side.
Is there anything
that can't be tested?

Shy away from fickle hearts they say,
and leave the ******* where
they belong,
don't stop pouring drinks
and singing the same **** songs.
Keep testing the others
to see if I’ll ever be strong.
Who's to say that I too,
can’t fake all wrong?