Wanted
Adrian Figueroa
Can I hear you?
Can I see you?
Can I breathe your voice?
No, they won't come back for us
No, they won't come back for us
I do not know how
I do not know how
But it's here
Could I just breathe in the Sun until my organs finally burn?
We were not born to fly
Not the way you crave
Believe in old systems
Trust old eyes
All the people
All these beautiful faces
Colorful and delightful for my eyes
Awful for your eyes
Just rest in peace
