I wish we weren’t below a blanket of smog with Jesus Christ up above watching it turn
I still remember how fire feel from the skies
I watched the tears from your eyes burn holes in the street
Save the photograph of you laughing at yourself two summers ago
Learn to smile in between
Led down, before the crooks and the crown, the weathered and worn-down, the tall and untouched
I’ve been unnamed since the day I was born, with a crest made of thorns, in a world of gunpowder
Save the photograph of you laughing at yourself two summers ago. Learn to smile in between
It gets worse here. I know
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