my fingers, goddamn.
this song, goddamn.
the future, confused by the wind.
today, remaining love.
I have seen so much.
joy, pain, bullshit, regret.
I only have advice.
But you know your way.
can't catch me with flower port shine.
but if you choose to be a murderous bird.
remember my legs and heart.
because they finish for your evil in time.
doesn't matter where we are.
or what your small hands shake.
before I hope, after mine.
lesson sharp than my music and my lonely poems, think of nothing else.