Bryan

Sometimes I ask why, can we ever atone, your eyes on fire, is it just a shame, that lights our bitter home, turns over each new day, same with our nights, the wind runs cold, aching for that other time, kids and dogs bear our name, we can’t get stoned, just try to stay sane, when you hear me cry, please put down the phone, it's not enough to sigh, I’ll buy some shiny nails, help out with the loans, a house is not a jail, to bruise our yellow bones