Could you survive if I Press panic Or would you fall to your knees Like a lackluster hero? He was made of chimney soot And deviled eggs, Laid to waste upon my sheets. His rotten body, lying close to mine. So close I could not breathe Myself back into me. He wore a face of a Hallmark clown To hide all of his thoughts beneath. But, I remember what it is to Walk away From a life that tried to pull me under currents, But I have always been able to Hold on to shores.