Once upon a time I could love you. Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete. Oh, Feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane.
Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, someday yet he'll begin his life again. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Oh, feeling understands the weather of the winters on its way. Oh, ceilings few and far between all the legal halls of shame.