in between

All my friends are depressed or unstable

But there are some things that are better unwritten

Can't put a rhyme or a fable to a ketamine label

Won't write a ballad that would hurt them to listen

Put your hands into fists in the darkness

Let your cigarettes burn in the grass

Left to smoke out the anger of all the names of my nightmares

You're not my savior but you'd fight for my past

And what do you say when it all comes undone

When all of the saints and the prophets are the same ones