There are sinking boats
tailgating the sun over
the ocean
My hands are
stuck 4 feet under the
ground
I would swim in dark waters
to find the other
side of the shadows
we have become
There is silver in everyone's
pockets
and the bare sky weeps
reading testaments of us...
tailgating the sun over
the ocean
My hands are
stuck 4 feet under the
ground
I would swim in dark waters
to find the other
side of the shadows
we have become
There is silver in everyone's
pockets
and the bare sky weeps
reading testaments of us...