go with my breath out
into the trickery of men
now that your tears
have been fully corrupted.
we found our space
and were always never disappointed
though our creativity
was never always emancipated.
it’s true i let fear rule me,
i see it has crept into you;
it was so beautiful
when we knew it would end –
i wonder if we never got on the road
would we have ever gotten on the road?
i’ve never felt like jesus
but i’m happiest when you’re happy.