IN CONVERSATION: Cory, Dustin & Scott of Glassing
Some quiet dream comes to bleed.
Some quiet dream comes to bleed.
Did you find what you left for?
The only holy book is the one inside your heart.
Is this what love is?
Catch me, God I swear I’m falling.
A flash of guilt, another chance to begin.
Clipped like a young rose.
None of the pieces fit.
A vacant hospital room to pack.