Follow me,
will jump off the edge,
hand in hand,
greeting the Earth below.
This reality won’t catch us
won’t support us,
won’t pass the Mic for us
too sing our sorrows.
Maybe I’m just venting,
maybe we should go to a new bar
maybe we should sing karaoke
until the sun comes up.
I wish, I wish
you would carry the courage
too see your worth
know your exact change
it’s a subtle tip
that
I’d catch you.
Saint's Muse 