Tomorrow is the first place I fell.
Hand me storied stitches in tangles of yesterdays
Brittle frays with bitten ends
Arrange this graveyard in families of forevers
Nothing but names to remember us by
The laughter isn't lost on me
In these silken seams that shouldn't be
Unhinge infallible from its rust-ransomed frame
Easy come and easier go
Faith was a slip knot tied round my waist
The farther I felt, the tighter the twist
Weave wild and wonder at the monsters I made
As you split me to shattered, I sang
The littlest lullaby I could remember
Between the scorch-earth sting
Of your ignition triggers and my thundering resolve
Grasp my gasp in a white knuckled fist
Today the floor I hit taught me to stand.