Mai

Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace into my heart With the dragon's weight And police make siren sounds wind down my street to take The breath from my lungs sweet I tried so hard to cover up this taste, It's like a sinner's constant fall from grace I changed my name, my voice, my face I killed my name, my voice, my pace And antibiotics on the sixteenth day of Mai I lost my will Forms a new fate this reoccurring theme has killed my faith IT's drowning me in stereo and waste And all my bridges burn together And now my city lights are turning down this thin white line I follow blind, you tried to help me but I have to drown Acts of faith the makeup on my sinner's face I run so hard at absent pace to cover up this bitter taste of waste