Ignite Your Bones
Now where do I go from here
He asked
I didn’t know the answer
But the question sounded nice
I listened to my music
And the words were a safety
I will try to fix you
It said
And I nodded my head
The words sounded nice
I moved on
And apathy shielded me
Is this fixable
I asked
And I couldn’t hear the answer
In the whispers of the crowd
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