About being lost.

There’s a laughter caught on your sleeve
My smile lost in sheets
Tell me the way
I will follow
into the grave.

There’s a plastic ring around my day
As the metal is stripped away
This game
Is living in the dawn of black wings
Save me from this place
I am no longer waiting

Tears run dry
Apologies lead to nights
I cough up your pain
They stain my eyes

I’m in the back seat
I’m searching for light
Jesus takes the wheel
He says, “not this time.”

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