memoirs in our blood.

i've got a pocket full of change
and nothing to spend it on.
'cause the wishing wells have all
run dry
and there's no advice i care to
buy. so as we sit amongst our
fallen brothers, one of them a
traitor,
i'll count each coin for all
it's worth and
wait
for an answer.

poison.

no one really likes it here but
everything is in a name, and
frankly there's nowhere else
to go.
so while he's off playing hero for
another girl, she'll spend time
fighting her own demons throughout this
god forsaken town.
with a passive aggressive tone and
guns hidden in a drawer for
use at any time.
she'll wait for a door to open and
the world to swallow their sorrows
whole.