My Boot in Your Face Is What Keeps Me Alive

What happened to our dumb plans?

Did we lose them once again?

Did we change? Did we win?

I don't think so

Was it ever a good idea?

Was it really necessary?

What do we have to show

For all the stress and worries?

I remember all the late late nights

All the lists and trying to write

Down something to make some sense of it

That we could save

Do you feel like you left

The stove on once again?

Were we trying to lose or trying to win?

I don't know.