Testo Sunlit And Ascending

common places.
haunted past.
with all the woods now gone,
i knew it wouldnt last.
and all the faces, are question marks.
up and down the street.
looking down the block.
common places.
haunted rooms.
wandering inside.
contemplating doom.
it marks our faces,
when we dont smile.
dont get me out of bed.
i want to lay here a while.

so come another day,
i just cant
the faces are out there
this is your last chance.

you must come out.