what we know

wash our hands clean once again

so they'll blend in

watch the direction of all the pointing fingers

and yet we still see it in our reflection

we submit to all the green, all the envy

and let it take the best part of what we could be

we bleed under our sleeve of all that we feel

and leave behind what we know is real

what we know is real

...

this hourglass of tricksand

continues to fall

it slips through our hands

and leaves nothing at all

as jokes and time fly over our heads

we restlessly lay awake in our beds

in the beds we've made

we submit to all the green, all the envy

and let it take the best part of what we could be

we bleed under our sleeve of all that we feel

and leave behind what we know is real

what we know is real

when the ground shakes

we think we stand still

unable to make

sense until

until we let ourselves fall....

we submit to the greed

we submit to conceit

bleed under our sleeve

and leave behind

what we know is real...

what we know is

real

Always,

Lainey

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