Tripped and tangled up in words
Hit rewind replay reverse
Pay tribute to the ones that got away 
Dive head first into a grave 
lay to rest with casualties of long lost wars 
and humor-mended holes in long locked doors
 
Here's to us and our machines 
To our imperfect memories 
To days that fade away to dreams
And falling quickly 
Back to sleep 
In beds we made and built 
on all our wasted best intentions 

Your eggshell wire a circus act 
A bed of nails designed to bend you backwards 
Break you back
A crown of thorns that's worn too eagerly
Veracity's a two faced coin 
A no win game with missing points
Like chasing trains that run away 
The days derail too quickly

Here's to us and our machines 
To pretty words and pleasant dreams 
To all unsaid and all undone 
and all the things that might have been
To settling 
To settling 
To settling to sleep 
To make the most of well made beds 
We built from all our best intentions

Intentions

Elyott