don't you look back
at what could have been
tourists live in safe houses
we live in broken homes
and you'll know when you've reached us
because we'll be the ones with no faces
letting time pass us by
this is our occupational hazard
when homes become houses
where will we go?
fuck apprehension,
what we need
is a little more romance
just call it civility
count up the profits
from return trips to fresh starts
and when you're back in black let me know
from clarity this distance
comes meaning of charity
you won't need a receipt to let me go
so it reads from your gospel:
"the younger they are,
the harder they fall"
no more second guessing,
the older they are,
the further along.
there is no other end to this
so take what you came here for
but there's nothing left you don't have
solve these mistakes
with the same thinking that caused them
define your plateaus
with white-flag facades
here is now and we are free
to do as they want