you make me complicated.. delicate… involved.
and my silence weakens our strength… moving through nonsense, the minutes roll by our dignity. caught up in levels that burn the capacity.
washed away the solid foundation.. built on a pedestal, amounted to no good. trouble maker. you mask the cause. revolved on a whim. balanced by love. reflected by faults. you built this.
and my silence found our humility.. moved through cautious minds, the hours see respect. let go of pages that depend on the next… turn them…
“Getting bigger and sleeker
And wider and brighter
We bite and scratch and scream all night
Let’s go and throw
All the songs we know…”