from which I can climb
and light our two shadows
Will it be just like they’re dreaming?
I feel alive
I feel the streets are all pulling me down
the wolf is knocking at my door
we could move beyond these walls
it’s hard to think with a squashed brain
what’s there to feel but totally whacked
I put your face on her all year
your new one I guess
that was before we had made
any terrible mistakes
please put down your hands
’cause I see you
that was a painful dance
and a wicked way
put the pieces back together my way
sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Broken Home of Convention 