it may seem strange how we used to wait for letters to arrive
but what’s stranger still is how something so small can keep you alive

our heads are just houses without enough windows
they say you hear human voices but
they’re only

​echoes


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by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored

if I could have it back
all the time
that we wasted




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I’d only waste it again

here in my place and time, and here in my own skin I can finally begin
let the century pass me by, standing under a night sky

we watched the end of the century
compressed on a tiny screen

​a dead star collapsing and we could see
that something was ending

put the cellphone down for a while

in the night there is something wild

​can you hear it breathing?

pray to God I won’t live to see
​the death of everything that’s wild

can you understand why I want a daughter while I’m still young?
I want to hold her hand and show her some beauty before all this damage is done
but if it’s too much to ask, then send me a son

I feel like I’ve been living in a city with no children in it
a garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside of a private prison

endless suburbs stretched out thin and dead
wishing you were anywhere but here
you watch the life you’re living disappear

now the cities we live in could be distant stars

and I search for you in every passing car
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