A Moveable Beast

jazzfuneral:

Wolves
You say you’d live with your mistakes if only they would pay the rent,
Say you wouldn’t be so hungry if all your money wasn’t spent
Your dreams were lofty but your expectations failed and cracked and bent
They broke and now you wonder where your breathless prayers all went.

And did the words fight to escape your mouth
Like they were waiting on your tired heart to quit?
You packed your bags up and you headed for the south
And you asked why the world had forced you to exist.

We’re cursed with self-conception, we fight the constant urge to question
Just how the body suffers at the wants of the mind.
The world is colder than before, the wolves sleep on your kitchen floor
With fear and apathy entwined.

So I won’t tell you how to think if you don’t tell me how to live,
But the world isn’t ending, so long as we make fun of it.
That night, you had the taste of ruin on your lips
You said the rain sped up the sinking of your ship.