Everyone Loves a Lost Soul

Brooklyn, NY - December 9, 2025

Everyone loves a lost soul.

I can't wait to imprint on you.
I can't wait to make you into me.
To hear shreds of what you've been through,
And draw a line to what I've seen.

I can't wait to kiss your wounds,
And see all my scars fade.
I can't wait to touch your frigid hands,
Knowing they'll somehow warm mine.
I can't wait to hold you,
And tell myself everything will be alright.