Recur

I drag down again
Would you take it on your jaw?
I’ll be fucking up all again
Will you take it home where we will know
where you and I will head
(Dead boy to drag out and run him over
And it’s gone-
You said I could ruin it some more)
To comprehend a night
we won’t notice
& we won’t know
To mend the light
& we’ll never go out
(As one tore)
Hidden sources of contention
(Another formed)
Do not need to create tension
One day it comes
I’m not everyone I was
We’ll all take it on
If you and I will go all in
Holding onto which way we turn
Holding onto it without without, without
When I’ve got to get it all way home, I don’t doubt it