I'm not a whipper in the wind
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
Escape yells both our names out loud
We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
Like minds let go of doubt
I watched it blow right out and
We danced on gaffs and graves
You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape
I do not fall to losing face
I dream I dive into something greater, something to take my grief away