P.S.

We all went home

To search ourselves

There's no one left

To feed us now

We all want more

Then what we have

Just pick me up

And let me down

State your reason for cushioning your fall

I call it treason please share with me your thoughts

I've learned to find my place to hide

My circus of rust and lies

We take it down these holy ties

Just run away and follow blind

Do you enter lives

Without knocking or warning

Do you count the lives

And pace the night til' morning