Feeding the Fires

don’t hang your head now
don’t pull out your hair
i know how it feels to crash
we’re all in the wreckage
we’re holding on tight
there’s nobody walking out free
its that feeling i know
when you’re getting too deep
and there’s no air left in your lungs
well we could choke in the fumes
of the bodies that burn,
or try to put out the flames.
we spend so much time
searching for answers,
and none of it doing the math.
and we could drown in the ink
that drains from our pens
signing the world away.
but you’re never as lost as you think that you are
if you change where you’re tying to go. 

Author's Note

hate the 2nd half personally. too contrived