What's left? This, our beautiful wreckage.
A highway strewn with body parts we helped create.
We hid behind sheet rock vibrating from the celebration of nothing.
Clinging to each other and not the present.
Not yet present.
Clinging to each other and not yet present.
A highway strewn with body parts we helped create.
We hid behind sheet rock vibrating from the celebration of nothing.
Clinging to each other and not the present.
Not yet present.
Clinging to each other and not yet present.