Roadwork

I wore your hoodie to the market

And it still smelled like you

Cause when you’re across the country

I just don’t know what to do

So I will head north

For the south just wants me dead

And I will cleanse my hands

Of the fear and the dread

And I will sit in your lap

And listen to your songs

Thievery of hierarchy

Gone in an instant

She longed for the flames

And did not realize that she burned

As she cried for a lover

Who would never return

My meds ran out

And my brain poured out my ears

Into the cradle of my arms

Sounding every single alarm

To run and to hide, to run and hide, to run and hide

Construction is over, tear it all to shreds again

Betray your lover and hide your sin