I'm so ******* selfish.
I disgust myself.
Sitting around on Christmas Eve
waiting for my presents,
while he's waiting for the cops.
He's just a boy.
He didn't mean what he did,
he's just a boy.

I never hug my mom.
And his is on drugs.
Save the boy.
These presents, they are nothing.
I don't want them.
Not anymore.
I wanna save the boy.

Somewhere deep
inside the
unfading black
of the universe

I know that
hope exists
inside a flower
that is
not afraid
to bloom

and where
conviction
hides,
where she sleeps,
unweathered by
her
loss
and by
her pain

you survive
in a rose
as warm
as every
high winter
sun
and every
flooding
shadow.

Would I ever be something more
Than the thoughts that haunt my mind
Or the letters I keep to forget?

Would I ever be something more
Than the dreams I live at night
Or the tears I never shed?

Would I ever be something more
Than the language I cannot speak
Or all the persons I could be?

Would I ever be something more
Than all that takes shape in front of me
But never quite make it into words?

Would I ever be...

we're just savages in suits