Wear the Wounds - clipping., Youth Code

A sharp edged salute to the heavens

A gesture of farewell to the corpse of hope

Keep your cautious gestures

And salt laces stains to yourself

I see right through you

Wear the wounds

Wear the words

I see right through you

Wear the wounds

Wear the words

A thin laced curtain

To mask the lack of lust in your eyes

We couldn’t pretend for too long

For our interest only lies in ourselves

I see right through you

Wear the wounds

Wear the words

I see right through you

Wear the wounds

Wear the words