by Noise Pollution
We’re at the bottom
of that asphalt peak
and still pretending
nobody in the world can see
and we sit and shout into the stars
Because they’re the only things worthy
of hearing what we had to say
and we spin and scream into the cold
because that’s the only thing that will listen
to what I need to say.
We’ll be here forever, friends, won’t we?
They all tell nothing but lies.
We’ll never be distanced by trials and time.