The keys are in my pocket and they rattle you awake. - St. Vincent

Little lamb, what's your plan? Greener pastures in the sky? It's a shame you want to die know why Just to find you've been blinded to the greenest of pastures they're right here on Earth For what it's worth you're not the first to break my heart.

I'm crawling through landmines Just to know where you are.

While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my grace, on rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage. While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made, through storms of red roses we've exited the stage