a little help from my friends

liars
sinners
together again
though we were
never really seperate

i had a
dream we were
drowning outside your
door
lost in goodnights and goodbyes
there are lies
between our lines

scripted reality
can we really call this home
floods,
waves and crowds still
begging

attention
unearned, undeserved
i'm not too fond
of liars
yet i'm still
burning
these pages
i haven't finished writing
my dead letters
won't survive