a short history of decay

if theres one less thing i need

its some life lesson

homesick fugitives

quarreling

the poets and the thieves

enduring

pour the rivers down the drain

burning

from end to end

confess

have you seen my friend

i've been here over and over again

invisible and free

falling

ambushed morning brings

a prize beyond a reach

a broken scripture speaks

but spoken

from ear to ear

whispers

if theres one less thing i need

its some life lesson