Roll On by The Weepies

rolltide

taken by an
aristocratic vein

i wait

for someone to get me
and

i listen to the wind
as

amos lee sings it and

no one
out there yet
can

hear me,

so oh, i say,
and stop,

but they keep on taking,
pouring all

these empty veins
into

a vial.
body,

you betray me...