Even I can’t recall how many days I have been out there for.
When Aurora’s lights ceased to shine, I was alive, I think, for the first time.
Infinity it falls, in feathery folds but she bites like loveless ice, and with her
belly full she called this rite of passage, it was the longest night of my life.
I’m on the road of least resistance
I’d rather give up than give into this
So promise me only one thing, would you?
Just don’t ever make me promises
