will you be with me in the fires i make?
when my fingers are at the itch, my mind the kindling?
when i'm the one thats spent with a smile for a dime
equal in hunger in the mud with the swine
what makes me prodigal bleeding the wound over
with steps in same sequence without you as my partner?
I got enough empty if you still want me
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment