Album: Distress Signals

Saturday

Grate my hands on broken glass
Is that easier to see?
There are words on my fingerprints
And thoughts never meant to be

Is this everything I have?
Is everything in place?
Is everything I wanted…
I did not want to waste

This time is do or die
My heart is here and now
My mind it never settles
And I just don’t know how to make it be

Oh, you don’t believe
Anything that comes from me…