I was sleeping soundly and you were shaken up. Dreaming of war, drinking too much. Contemplating imprinting your touch across the property line. When the madness met me, It constricted my body. Like a shotgun wound it manifested inside. And now all your thoughts of violence are now calmed and silenced. But violence lives forever, in the house next door. Painted by primary colors, except the yellows ignored. And now I finally get, the song the sirens sing. In an orchestrated panic I was taught everything. Like how I'm not immortal just because I'm young and how The smallest spark can start the flame, it burns in everyone. How could I know, how was I to know, I was all alone. How could I know, how was I to know, you could lose complete control. I waited up until my mom said son, These things could happen to just about anyone. Just try to sleep, just try to dream, Of all the things you'd love to be. And be grateful, that you're still breathing.