Thursday - War All The Time

Standing on the edge of the palisades cliffs
In the shadow of the skyline
very far away, a lightning rod that couldn’t pull the storm from me
I was 5 years old, my best friends older brother died
He fell from these cliffs
The river washed him away the current pulled him downstream
And our lives, float in the headlines
So we parked these cars in our parent’s garage
Listened to the lullaby,
Of Carbon Monoxide

War all of the time
In the shadow of the New York skyline
We grew up too fast falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags