A Stolen Universe

August 18, 2015

Me and you—we’ve got our lives tied in knots

We keep telling ourselves that we’ll beat them

From here on out, it’s us who call the shots

Is it cruel, how many souls we condemn?

Someday, we’ll dance on beaches in Cancun

Someday, we’ll race through brimming streets in Rome

And if they don’t stop, we’ll go to the moon

I don’t care about buildings—we are home…

I could hold my breath ‘til my face stood blue

But our faith won’t break the past from its vault

Listen, I wish I hadn’t had to leave you

I swear, it wasn’t my choice, it wasn’t my fault—

For all roads lead to one destination

And fate’s gun requires no ammunition

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