i saw your face in the wind
telling tails of tomorrow like its already there.
filling the pages of my mind with
red
yellow
blue
splatters of ink.
i can make it out that i wont make it out.
but i'm fine with that
cause i don't want to know.
its more honest like that anyway, lets be real.
we're just streams of blood pumping
to feed the muscle on our minds.
i wont give up
i'll give up
i want to give up
its to easy
but its so fucking easy
so ill close my eyes and keep on running, maybe slow it down to a walk when i get comfortable
