Days of Disconnect
Days of Disconnect
Behind the mask and cards,
it must be somewhat hard,
to craft so careful how they see you are.
It's a dead-end road,
to talk so tall about the load,
you wished you carried just so people know.
What more could I expect,
in your days of disconnect?
What you're wishing for,
is behind revolving doors,
it'll take from you what makes you something more.
So bring it all back home,
tear out the sutures you have sewn,
and drop the pillows painted to look like stone.
What more could I expect,
in your days of disconnect?
Your camouflage is wearing thin
you want a mirror and not a friend,
and it'll crash down
when you least expect
in your days of disconnect
Writer/s: John Calvin Abney
