the things we have

The city is asleep and it is covered in white The bed hugs me like we have never ever met The song feels like home and the birds stayed dead The rainbow trapped in my room gifted by a child

Things I could have kept when I walked the quiet beach Things I wanted to confess to the big blue small earth Things you should have kept from the author of the write Things you must have buried with the fork you can't teach

We are wearing masks as to not see or as to see We are juggling memories to shake and forget or to shake and remember We are as broken as the bright flashing star far up in the sky We are ignoring what we see as to heal or as to die

Have you ever seen a tower so high up in the sky Have I ever wondered why the road ended now Have you ever waited for the weekdays to die Have I ever drunk poisoned water and lied

We are wearing masks as to not see or as to see We are juggling memories to shake and forget or to shake and remember We are as broken as the bright flashing star far up in the sky We are ignoring what we see as to heal or as to die