we are two drastically different byproducts of society.
you're just hope and tears. i'm just resentment and cigarettes.
we both have something to learn from each other, but neither of us is brave enough to let the other lead.
we hold hands and pull and struggle against our respective insecurities.
our arms rip at the sockets, and your blood is butterflies; your bones are sugar.
my blood is seahorses; my bones are metal.
an: i really don't know.