if i had a soul to sell
i would have sold it,
fool that i am.

i would throw every device
and colored pencil into the ocean
...i'm so stupid.
but i would.

i would give up on words
i would delete delete delete

every single day brings
some new miserable
revelation

and i can't get a grip
and i can't shake this feeling
and i don't know where to look

when everything i see
is cast in your shadow
when everything i feel
is d i m
compared to the firestorm
i feel around you.