Iamx Running
you sing for me my friend, brave and confident
and there is comfort between your breaths
a naive sense to help
but when the days beneath me scream into my present
i must always run the race on my own
your warmth is in my bed, your voice above the stairs
when the touching becomes regret
becomes my mercy chair
even when the sun is burning, saving graces
i must always run the race on my own
the sinking and decent of every sailing word
and the destruction of all invention
and all corrupted thought
dig their nails into my optimistic shell
i must always run the race on my own
