Words

I alone can find your center
I alone can shake you down
I alone can numb your senses
I alone can dround the sounds
Of your hopes. Of your spark. Of your saviours.

You were the loving way
You were the final say
I was the ship at sea floating aimlessly
But you found your way inside
You scattered every tide
And now we’re going down

I alone the spider under your pillow
I alone the gun at your back
I alone the spilled little secret
I alone the tiny heart attacks
Of your hopes. Of your spark. Of your saviours.

You were the loving way
You were the final say
I was the ship at sea
Floating aimlessly
I am the broken limb
I am the flagpole rise
I am the ugly him
Angel devil in my eyes

I give your hopes away
I dim the light of day
And soon you will not make me go away…

I’m your doubts. Your Judas.

• 1. Little America