Like the blood in my veins,
words stuck to my skin
and I let them crawl along
waiting for them to make sense.
Like the blood in your brain,
you sang so loud
everyone could hear
and the words dripped along the paper
like they were shredded from gods.
And you can't forget, or let go of
the way our fingers curled around our pens
and guitars
and drumsticks
We play as loud as we like,
slamming our feet on the stage
we want it to stick,
the people that we are
and the ones we're meant to become
and while nothing stands in our way
we wait for everyone to catch up
we're meant to play in a group
So catch us if you can,
we'll be waiting center-stage.

The End

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