the incompetence of yesterday swells inside my heart
as we paint a picture of pain we cannot solve.
and i swallow sobs to the rhythm of the screams below,
grasping the hand of the one who's been through it all before.

nostalgia and coffee grounds trace shadows beneath my eyes
as the radio beats into my skin.
guitar strings stroke my tears away and create a world
above the one i've been living in for much too long.