pushing
moving
grinding
grooving

desperately finding something to prove and
telling my self there's somthing to beleave in

a car in a junk yard
toster in a tub
makeing things function
with broken up love

moving
moVing
gotta keep moveing

if something makes you bleed
let it go
if some else falls its not like you know

I know it not truth their thoughts in my head

there's so much I lose if I stop
moving