pulpit
i speak to you in truth
and truth is a double-edged sword
that’s what they told me in church
we were all just sinners there
we’re all so empty here
and i don’t know what to say anymore
your eyes want a meaning,
but i don’t mean it that way
the pen-and-paper sketch books will be my home
my home away from you.
i don’t want to be away from you
anymore