Civil War Rust Whipping Star
We're waiting for the bomb to drop and blow us all to
hell.
Hesitation. Procrastination.
A lonely road to complete annihilation of all of this.
Now my heart is racing my thoughts to an empty seat at
the bar.
Close my tab and walk away.
If we can't communicate
Then we're destined to this life of pain.
Our ignorance will do us in.
I saw a face that I hadn't seen in years
Walk by and quickly disappear.
Leaving me a wreck.
Snapped my head back for a second glance
But the silhouette had already passed.
Was it even real?
