In a room saturated with panic there’s more to the room / more rain to quench your thirst while late bells are ringing / to live like it won’t ever end / your cheeks must be sore from pretending / Just lean on the moon for a friend / when time feels hollow /

Forever an echo

In a mug decorated with women I can taste the reprieve / of a home, turned

In a room saturated with panic there’s more to the room / more rain to quench your thirst while late bells are ringing / to live like it won’t ever end / your cheeks must be sore from pretending / Just lean on the moon for a friend / when time feels hollow /

Forever an echo

In a mug decorated with women I can taste the reprieve / of a home, turned cell, turned garden of eden—let’s breathe / But you sit like it’s never your turn / and wait for a day worth remembering / and deny all you’ve learned from the moon / to stay human /

Forever an echo