What is it like for you
so far away
i hope you’re softer
let me believe a little
i looked you up
two years later
little bit of a stranger
I see your life
a thousand miles from mine
when i lay back down
you meet me in dreams
even when i’m mad
you always come back
a respite from being me
pre-filling the shell of me
you were pulling the death from me
don’t know why
I had to win it
a flare with no pilot light
a fox prepared to fight
a red piece of dynamite
she takes me by surprise
never run,
you need to be right
I see your ambition and raise you one
i hope that you’re softer
just to bleed a little
i hope you’re not lost there
a fox prepared to fight,
stay safe in the night
The art of spilling over 