Balling Phase

Yours is a blind love
Well I, too, have fought my eyes
I run into tables, staring at the floor until I can't stand anymore. But you're not a ghost with holes
And I'm not the type to pretend he knows what no one knows
Oh, I may never know
Yours is a broke love
Well, I too have fought my legs
But I learned to let go. Follow the blood flow until I can't stand anymore
See me welling in your eyes, a field of fireflies
Take me somewhere we are close by
See me hobble through your hallway
Squint to see me lead you somewhere we are us. Where alarm clocks chirp out dust, non-beliefs are hushed - and then there's us. There's just us