Demarest

<p>Pack the van Forget the rest I retire We’re moving west My lungs fill with suburban air I swear by bits that fade and disappear Rescind my friends, they aren’t there</p><p>It’s not that I’m into punishment I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant There’s more to be than in Demarest More to live for than I know yet</p><p>Running through This cyclic war See it ending Unlike before But I take time to hesitate Cave to losing, wash broken plates An ugly image I consecrate</p><p>It’s not that I’m into punishment I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant There’s more to you than the parts I dread More to live for than I know yet</p><p>The master plan So clamoring What’s definite Now exploding What if action amounts to sin? In orange plastic, so paper thin Cradle my neck, still swallowing</p><p>It’s not that I’m into punishment I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant There’s more to hurt than what’s in my head More to live for than I know yet</p>