Bye

I’ll hold on still
to the glass dreams
to the white goals
and memories shed

I’ll bite the switch
or everything
restricting my grip
I’ll hold on still

If we meet again
write to me
write to the days we lost
to the glass dreams

There’s blood in my speech
and phlegm in my palm
I’ve turned to do lists
to the white goals

We will break still
we will tear still
we will throw blames
and memories shed

LARDO