Your Blood

I went for you in military times and, then,

I waited well into the 2300s.

I made my way through the

Union Street design kids.

They were alright.

They were on fire.

They harbored an elementary desire to do good works.

I bought 'em all,

I bought 'em all!

I made donations to

The Plague, and

The Fall and

The Old Grey

Mare in her stall!

Endangered

Ape, a couple years in

Solitary never really hurt anyone.

Distinguished colleagues, dead music-writers' brides -

I apologize.

They were alright.

They were on fire.

They harbored an elementary desire to do good works.

I bought 'em all,

I bought 'em all!

I made donations to

The Plague, and

The Fall and

The Old Grey

Mare in her stall.

I don't know,

I guess I'm doing alright.

Tabitha takes another stab at becoming light.

She never wants to go.

Always want to stay illuminated.

Ride towards the dawn,

Quicksilver on the side of nothing.

Never had a chance.

Never had to choose

Your Blood versus

Your Blues.