Words

The summer wind
The dust over the weeds
And you were built to run
So you run….

You scan the land
You scan every tree
With the instinct of the sun

Your trapped doors
Your little rooms to hide
Your stairs to nowhere
And my god how we climb

You can ruin if it you want to
A box of bullets safe and sound
Always at the ready
To put us underground

And we argue
We don’t want to
But we can’t stand it when you’re gone
And you’re gone

I’m firewall
I’m bulletproof skin
And you’re afraid of me
Cause I know the mess you’re in

You save for a rainy day
A faulty ever after
You push us all away
Before we can get to you

You can ruin it if you want to
A box of bullets safe and sound
Always at the ready
To put us underground

• 1. Little America