No
Baby, these dreams are temporary.
Don’t climb those skies.
I’m trying so hard
to make those demons smile
and tying your shoes to the cement.
Begging you to stay.
There’s too many broken souls
and we can sew you up,
if you let us weave.
Staggering and slurring,
those things none of us have the bravery to say.
I don’t know how to heal with words anymore,
What can make you stay?
