Enough For Crimes

We tore our bodies
We bit our lips
We sighed and we whispered
Things we didn’t understand

The words we spoke only once, then repeated
With tied hands and doubt stands between us

We clawed at our skin
Swallowed our spit
And bled with conviction
For things we didn’t understand

The words we spoke only once, then repeated
With tied hands and doubt stands between us

We weren’t enough for crimes

 

Written by Dan McCurry (BMI / Apartment A)