She never learns so she's never wrong.
She doesn't like to sleep alone.
When she does, she dreams of jets
falling from the sky.
Only in moments of weakness,
does she need him now.
Boy Without Filters
From silence to distortion:
Boy Without Filters
He thinks too much so he's never sure.
The day seems spent before it's through.
He remembers the sound of a distant night
filling up the room.
Watching her eat he notes that her mouth
has a life of its own.
Things are moving.
Doors are closing on the
Boy Without Filters
Only in moments of weakness
does she need him now.
