Cave

You’ve lost all you have. You’ve lost it.
Frosting over on the fourth of July, God bless independence and integrity.

Break her like a promise because she hasn’t any hope; make sure she’s lost her hope like you’ve lost your mind so that together you can
leave this shit behind.

You know the cues and clicks that will make it stick.
It makes me sick.

Through stained glass windows, it looks like the rainbow brick road.

You won’t be able keep it in forever.

Or keep it all together.

So make it last, fast, because soon tomorrow will be the past.