The Layers of Skin We Drag Around

What did we forget on those dark streets?
Are we powerless against our youth escaping?
Your tape still plays: “This Changes Everything.”

We’re still scared but we’re also patient.
I am still a wreck. We connect in separate places

Tonight I feel just fine
I feel like a 2.5 and I would never trade this time
for anything else

So cut our hair, we’ll leave it behind
for someone else to find