Insects

Let them out
their broken hearts weighing us down
let them out they’ve seen the mess we made
they’re crawling back home
dry your wings in the wind
fly away
try your wings in the wind
can’t fly away
Sick of it sick of your shit
Lights below
the dark drifts won’t leave you alone
slow it down the path in front of me they’re crawling back home
washing sins in the street
can’t walk away
city’s crumbling down
crumble away
Sick of it sick of your shit
Trying hard
to escape
from this sandbox
even when
your wings have been plucked off
been plucked off
by routine
scratching at the sidewalk cracks
downtown
slow it down
slow it down
when the day
has closed
it’s eyes on you
again