Hi-Potion

Starting your rupture so moderately Carved in the halls for weeks Dug most your way out with tools from the scene Tired all the wolves off the pace of the sheep In other words I heard you both crystal clear On my way Back to the beachfront where I lost my nerve Maps of the murder, from walls ring the words Toss all your turning points forth to the flood Charred in the change at home Tore all the trapdoors from under his feet Trite as the trophy that spoke that to me Another time a face that is so far away Resonates So I play with pronouns to share all the shame And praise all your patience, your sins are the same The honor of over-dramatics and lust Charming the chess games out The other that I felt in both of my ears Said