being that i am caught and condemned how far can i go now that the whole foundation is old how long till it folds the color is back but closer to black i wish i could steal the bloom off some lazy flower and return it to our empty room that ghost is on my back how can i sleep when the bed is so weak and likely to collapse november's outside all the leaves are untied i can't sit and watch them fall with nowhere to land i should offer my hand to them all i want to bathe in that water now i want to pray all this poison is wearing down my faith