Ill Lit - west

if you wait
all alone
you’ll find home.
if i’m home,
you’ll find home.
fear is never quick,
that’s only fright.
when you take
a chance like this
it takes all night,
and i bite.
i was born in a room
with a bright light on.
for sure i was scared
half to death.
s. just died, near
the 4th of july.
have you heard
how it’s better
out west?
he just hums
instead of sings,
she just rings and rings
and rings and rings
and rings...
call me as they
call you away.
loathesome bad decisions,
we sang
“i’m colder than
the quietest
face you make, and
i miss the taste
of the chase”
j. fell from the clouds
and he hit the crowd,
now we’ve lost that sound.
c. was a secret
you scored
and you prayed
for more.
now, lord, they’re yours.