A/N: To those of you who care, no I haven't forgotten BlackHeart. I must bend at the whim of my muse...


We're writing our names in the sand

Knowing only that it will wash away

Because we've been banned

We were too permanent

Love letters plastered to the subway

It reminded me how the focus was on A to B

But world was found getting there

So I guess this is life

We, the wanderers, brushed away with the tide

Forced into our neutral suit and tie

Must keep quiet, blend in, homogenize

We're writing our names in the sand

Does it matter that it's only going to wash away?