Wonder what the worst is
that could happen to us
kids, as if we could wake
from the spell keeping us literally stuck in space
There's something you should know about me
I've been sleeping on floors for weeks
Or months or years it could be any
"The Past must die, so," I thought so I
Went to slice it, so I
Went to drown it, but
I've been sleeping on floors for weeks
And not because I've fallen again
Only one fall brought me kissing boards
"The Past must die, so," I thought so I
Willed my legs with will found
but cried and laid down
Whispers between splinters sound so sweet
I'll gladly grind my ears to hear and drip drops until my blood won't bleed
Wonder what the worst is
that could happen to us
kids, as if we could