A minute ago all I heard was birdsong
Now all I hear are rockets
Intercepted overheard
A thousand shards of light
Cascading down to join the dirt
and a thousand moments that will last longer than any of us
Echoing through space
But here I am
Wishing I was afraid
I wish I could cry like you do for your baby
But I’m just some fucking 24 year old
drinking and smoking
Trying to hold on to a lyric
something between emptiness and a loaded magazine
trying to ignore myself
enough to say something helpful
enough to turn blood into wine
