Dipping cups inside my water,
Drinking up what’s inside yours.
Thoughtful walks without our feathers
Makes death seem like one big chore
Hope will save us but the devil,
Is the one to bless the whores
Think I’m delving into nothing,
Maybe soaking up all yours.
Your shadow’s clean but then again,
Your method’s caked in borrowed sores.
I just want to leave my hometown
Running backwards on all fours.
Our footsteps meet before our time,
Our smiles before time’s man-kind
So now we’re tangled in split-ends, under water with no end
Sitting, waiting, drinking tears.