a short history of decay

If there's one less thing I need
It's some life lesson

Homesick fugitives
Quarreling
The poets and the thieves
Enduring
Pour the rivers down the drain
Burning
From end to end
Confess
Have you seen my friend
I've been here over and over again
Invisible and free
Falling
Ambushed morning brings
A prize beyond a reach
A broken scripture speaks
But spoken
From ear to ear
Whispers

If there's one less thing I need
It's some life lesson