Some places are conversationless. Complacent on wiry ottomans
Pale faces are looking down on you. Crawl spaces, where young boys lose their youth
Hey, you don’t need a valid excuse. Hey, you don’t need to tell me truth
Show her the garden where Olive is buried. Forcing a smile when monsters are married
Tell me I’m a failure again. We’re good as criminals not giving it up
Living in my head is better than us fading. It’s not enough
