dig your own grave until you demolish
the love you built with a loner in the forest,
talking with your mouth closed you learned
to teach your love how to survive the hunt,
when people like you and me came to cut
our throats deep like animals in the wild we bent,
but trips to cities became the heaven you craved
we’re blinded by a love we didn’t intend to make,
we were short-sighted lovebirds lost in a gray sky
but we have to wash the blood of a war we stood by.