Up until June and then
The next day
You can see
Right into my heart
We try to unravel
Things so we can see
The ending and
The start.

If we can understand
Where it came from,
It makes it easier
To beat.

Salty tears and
Metal guns
Aren’t easily swallowed
They’re hard to eat
But if I arrive
Right on time
And you remember
Who I am.

Will you think its alright
That I can see
Where you hide?
Your rustic walls
You are no match for me.

Your eyes smudged
And lips upturned
Makes your smile
Appear deranged.
Fix your face, change
Your style
It isn’t mattering to me.
I don’t care about
Anything anymore
All I want is
To be free
...or something cheap.