do you remember walking down your road? our stomachs were hungry, and my hands were cold, and your heart was a stone. do you remember feeling so dead? do you remember that feeling trapped inside of our heads and the places we've been?
and it's sad to think about it now
but we can still be failures, we are still failures, and i hope you can forgive me.
we were just 15 years young with voices in our throats, and air in our lungs, and words on our tongues. but it seems so long ago now, past places and buildings torn down and left on the ground.