Text: Bless The Fallen. In Search Of Words.

Put your face down to the pavement and watch the show. Under the table with her feet in your lap. A simple stare's never made you so bumb. Slow down the breaks with the tide and it still moves closer to your heart. Let the streetlights guide your waters, let the bottle set the stage for summer. So master the art of self-conclusion and hope to breathe in the morning. I'm at your bedside and your not getting your medicine