on the ropes bloody knuckled and waiting to die.
it’s hard to see the prize through these bruised swollen eyes.
this is it, the big finale, what those jackals all wanted.
to see me quit, to see me ghost, to see me haunted.
knees start to shake as the city just sits in the corner and smiles.
while i try to recall the piled dreams that were lost along the miles.
why do so many of us sail on this boat that keeps taking on water?
floating along aimlessly, dropping names and eating daughters.
i am lost.
then she walks in, picks me up, makes the cuts so i can see.
she makes me brave, makes me tall, helps me breathe.
when she’s close i forget all about the town, it’s liars and it’s pawns.
i tell her baby i may never get the gold but i’ll fucking die before bronze.