Bus Stop

Bus stop Where us leftovers collide Poor beasts who want to prove their love, yet live on Very much aware of how the walls keep closing in Taking up the baton for the flipside of this sphere Tomorrow, facial features will be rearranged Til then, all we may possess is theirs I remember vividly When every report on a school massacre Conjured up jealousy We ran here, jumping shamelessly from stone to stone Began here to distinguish it could all go wrong And the rain adds to the pain The carcass is in town Excess luggage we would love to leave behind Tomorrow, facial features will be rearranged Til then, all we may possess is theirs All we may possess is theirs