“…though the heavens fall”

We believe our words

We see it in the distance

The perfect place

We can’t help it

The mind bends

And our will is broken

The cycle never ends

We can’t help but coexist

This misery tastes too sweet

We’re stuck in the beginning

Looking through a swinging door

The smell of simplicity sticks to our souls

We know we can’t to both

We can’t keep holding on

And letting go