The sun is in my eyes today begging for attention.
At today’s impasse in the marathon of life every path leads to one man’s home, and tonight we drive together but go nowhere.

Pop culture and it’s waves of dead entourage is with us-
in the plaza of the setting sun.
I am a sparrow disguised as a hawk sneaking from their eyes.
You’re alone, and I’m alone, so let’s go home tonight.

You could take off my costume only if we could both hide our dark intentions.
Where is vanity locked in this dark room?

We’ll bask in the voices of the saints,
to circle us in safety so we may move safely in smoky waves like birds of the night sky.

And the lights that lead us home, their only wish is to distract us, but-
Pick no fight with their mask of altruism: the dark is much worse.

In the darkness we’d find the truth of the rumors we’ve always been told, and the truth is more than the worst of what we’ve ever heard.
But for now we are just two souls stuck in each other’s revolving doors of friends and lovers and grayscale between sex and conversation.