Permanent

the tatoos are fading
we are relating
to the poets with broken hearts and broken bones
we know it's not the only way to cope
we know all you need is a little hope
and in the end
we'll stop pretending it's alright

we're the ones who only make mistakes in permanent ink
and we're the ones who always drink from our broken bottles
they signed it "xoxo"
do they know?
or just think they know?

do we break?
or do we bend?
you were a godsend
how could you ever tell
that we are trapped in the fires of your hell?