Birds In Row Morning

he waking took longer than the war tween my mind and my blood, And im not sure who wriggled out I cant stop thinking : Does politeness make it bearable Or is it just who we are And how much time, in a lifetime, do we waste waiting at traffic lights It makes me sick but i can t remember the way i got here Born in freedom Raised in love Grown an adult Perishable hopes keep the vultures fat And the one thing i know, they wont give them back Not looking forward to the good old times For i dont know how to keep all my shit together Im just a stack of photographs (x2) I cant keep my shit together And the older i get, the better i am At forgetting names and faces I first took these pictures So, I wake up alone Cant i play on my own And with the sun, I make faces to the first silhouettes haunting the streets i walk. Home. Sun. Concrete burns. Faces. Curse. Smile. Where the fuck will it end