How do you explain death to a child?
Eight years aged, six at your service...

Mercy have my soul
Mortal - for what it is worth...

Earthborn paradox
I willfully give my heart...

A look of stoic resignation
Utter defeat, distilled acceptance...

She said she’s got a bone to pick with me
I don’t even know what that means...

I close my eyes
I try to escape...

People say they know what it’s like
Without having a single clue...

What if I regret it
Down the line...

Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five, you are on my mind
With each rotation, it hits harder every time...

Little bit of blue
Smudge of red & tint of gold...

The problem is what it’s always been
What face are you wearing today...

Wasn’t bluffing when I said
“It’s me or the whiskey...