Plastic leaves and whitened teeth Are littering the floor All these screens, the disparate themes What do you adore? The violet light that angles me Composes my decor Searching for a better way Not to feel so torn
I’ve been tired searching for
Tired wreaths, worn memories And writing on the floor Chelsea runs and asks of me What are these wrists for? The city kids were lost for weeks Pushed out the door Searching for a better way Not to feel so torn
I’ve been tired searching for
She can’t remember when She felt her own age She didn’t need to live On her own stage
Chelsea sits and begs of me Oh, what do I live for? I am now remembering But always so unsure Crazy man, he laughs at me He’s pointing out the door There’s nothing but transparent breeze What do you want more?
