The monsters under my bed
Are terrified of the monster in my head
I’m in files stored in several offices
I’m in many tales of salvation or regret

My ears burn, but nothing like my soul
I lost you, I lost myself, I lost control
I let idiosyncrasies
Get in the way of serendipity

I let it end
Against the promise of dusk and dawn
Hardly something to base a life upon
Part of the reason the future is not so long
From here