over and over we break ourselves
hoping to create something new,
something better,
something beautiful from
the pieces.
all we create is dust
all we reassemble are the patterns
we were tired of-
craquelure portraits of discontent.
over and over we break ourselves.
hoping to create something new,
something better,
something beautiful from
the pieces.
all we create is dust
all we reassemble are the patterns
we were tired of-
craquelure portraits of discontent.
over and over we break ourselves.
who likes keanu?
besides you, of course.