these letters i've written
go abandoned
still these posters remind us
that we were once convinced we cared
this postcard roulette (i'm not so sure i regret)
and gallery of faces
were they the marks of the times we wasted?
or the times that made us whole?
now pretending that better suits make progress
or apathy, a point of view
when we could make gold
go abandoned
still these posters remind us
that we were once convinced we cared
this postcard roulette (i'm not so sure i regret)
and gallery of faces
were they the marks of the times we wasted?
or the times that made us whole?
now pretending that better suits make progress
or apathy, a point of view
when we could make gold