antipunk

I will buy back every regret and sell back only tents to hide your body
Let the lights french kiss the two worlds
Entangle them far from bundles of laundry tossed onto the floor
How much can we decide when its all right here?

Wait wait wait but you feel it too I know you do.
For I am not alone, we are not alone we are not each other lost we are found in this bliss
how many dreams can we breathe together before its done...
How many whisper that it is tragedy?