Beloved, the aftermath will be disastrous
I am still holding on to your words, that changed it's meaning several times by now
Ephemeral words of support I used as a fulcrum
Today is no different
Inhaling the same smells,
Alysa Ashley and vanilla sticks
Remember those 23 degrees
Seconds from disaster, I've noticed that crushing wave
Then the fulcrum collapsed
Moreover, the levee broke
You, the distant, inflamed me, the suburban
Our relations dissolved after that shockwave
Still, we breathe dissonant