I call on my friends, they know it's the end of all we've been through. Just one more push, fear falls apart when we hit the ground. The paradigm's changed: I used to know my fears but now I have no idea. I walked so far that night, from I don't know what. I'd stay if I knew. A grenade in the trenches of our closest friendships: fragmented but not forgotten, we lay a wreath every year. Yes it's too easy to be cynical, sometimes we couldn't dare. I wouldn't blame that side of you - the half you wouldn't share.

Nothing lost, nothing gained. I don't feel as if I've changed. Pay some attention to us over time, it's too easy to play that game. I told myself to be cynical, it doesn't work. it doesn't work. Between concrete walls, amongst concrete hearts - you're a hammer I'm a nail. I $$#ume you tend to fear the worst in me: let me feel your shame. I call to $$#ure - despite all these flaws - everything has changed.