We came here for me,

I found a home in us,

Now I could lead us places,

Eventually I’d burn it all, even me,

Making sense of a world hitting ones eyes,

Projecting senses on the souls and scenes,

There was a stumbling of failures,

And I wanted to be a hero again,

I started praying to myself,

Promising myself devotion in my success,

Sacrificing all the love I’ve brought,

Making all this new the precious I sought,

So I squeezed my belly,

This must be the butterflies,

And ignored the signs,

Blowing smoke into my own eyes…