I’m lost
It’s 8oclock
the sand beneath my feet slowly rising to my brain
speeding up my pace
I can’t help but feel responsible
Because I let you believe
that you were half broken

The car breaks down
and the window’s still shattered
I lose your touch as we drown
Sending peals of laughter
through the atmosphere
Did they find you?
Or are you still in hiding
Breathing in the embers
feeling your way through
before anyone else could get to you
and leave an impression
Like the hand prints on the sidewalk
grasping for some form of immortality,
you were some kind of magic