with every grain of sand that drops
one less word is devoted to you
i still talk like someone is listening
but i know your ears have long since tuned out
living in a place where everybody speaks truth
has good intentions
likes simple things
population unknown
because everyone expects the worst in people
i'd rather expect the best
and be let down
than live in fear
of the evil
behind every mask
at the pit of every heart
it might be imagined
or maybe everything is

the sand and the words won't run out
but i will