private apocalypse
private apocalypse
If you were looking for a sign
Here I am
I’m starving for knowledge
While you’re trying to escape
Davy Jones’s locker
Of information
He’s as alive as anything but
For some reason he isn’t
Swimming against the stream
She’s back under our bridge
Drawing more graffiti
Because the child in her
Survived
This foolish journey
Oh honey, don’t you know I’m sorry