You Queen of strife
Me only faithful enough
To make Thomas look good.
Me with strong jaws
And weak teeth
And you with the nightmares.
The nightmares of people
That almost cared and then didn’t,
Of people who cared
And then stopped.
He’ll use even us
For something never expected,
We’ll slip right into it
Fitting perfectly
Like a sleeping bag for the soul.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 