Roadwork

I wore your hoodie to the market
And it still smelled like you
Cause when you’re across the country
I just don’t know what to do

So I will head north
For the south just wants me dead
And I will cleanse my hands
Of the fear and the dread
And I will sit in your lap
And listen to your songs
Thievery of hierarchy
Gone in an instant

She longed for the flames
And did not realize that she burned
As she cried for a lover
Who would never return

My meds ran out
And my brain poured out my ears
Into the cradle of my arms
Sounding every single alarm
To run and to hide, to run and hide, to run and hide

Construction is over, tear it all to shreds again
Betray your lover and hide your sin