we left our
shaving bits in the sink
all the signs read no feeding friends
dead or otherwise in crooked dreams
It's like the
The whole things broken
gathered shoelace at doors
We've all got nowhere to be
let's just keep each other company in silence
we've all got pistols in our pockets packed with kindness
they wanna keep the lights on smile up inside her
this endless stream of thoughts is grinding my head to a fine, fine paste
Still we've got nowhere to be
All in due time
The whole things broken
days posed as shitty rhetorical questions
well told lies that don't need to be said
We've all got nowhere to be