Feed me lies laced in
False hopes.
Keep me alive this way
Tell me broken mirrors
Can be fixed
With no trace of cut glass.

Make a house in the sky.
We’ll never get there
But it’ll be good to know
That we had a choice.

And let’s just walk
On a dingy dim lit road
Holding hands and living lies
Like lives of millions depended on it

Then maybe, just maybe
We’ll turn it to a murky truth
And we’ll find a way
Through this labyrinth
We call life.