Longer numbers make you hurt more
Higher digits cause more pain
I guess it’s just a left with no choice thing
He said, “Like a river in all of us.”
Feelings or putting up with the day to day
Spider bites and champagne
None for me please
Anyways who’s counting
Seems like cold winter and a couch
Will baptize everything if there’s
Anything left to survive after
All the dealing bubbles to the surface
Every morning a coming of age
Every minute a question of haze
Lights that aren’t bright enough
And some that need to come down
Keep counting the days or
Just forget about them entirely
They’re bound to happen anyways
With or without us
© GÄ
Poétique 