ones that resembles blacks and blues
like my arms and their healings bruise
cause in the absense of hope i know where to go
in the absense of hope i've no where to go
why does every story open with the bad news
constant reminders of stuggling living
and how it will affect his view
whats a poor boy to do
i'll bring the cat on home
a dog mouth sinking into bone
what good is a heart in this world you make
what good is a heart if it doesnt break
we were so afraid of the ceiling caving in
but we'll stay in harms way
kids these days
sanctity
