Here's to every story
we will never make
to those glossy sounds
that give way
to the break
Cross your fingers
close your eyes
Unmake
There is nothing
stopping you
so don't wait
I have dug my nails in
too many ways
And my teeth have grated
your skin
I have picked apart
all the separate parts
And drawn the music out
as my bitter reward
So here's to every story
we will never make
to those glossy sounds
swallowed up by the break
