Engine starts the road back home.
What’s left behind doesn’t matter
anymore. For better or for worse I can’t
recall my name. I you were me would
you play a dierent game? Should we
be what we ain’t? You could switch
names or look forward and ask the day
Will my days be brighter on my own?
Should I feel this guilt or maybe not? I
don’t know, I don’t know. When you
breathe, you’re taking someone’s air.
You’ll have to live with it.