Quality Control Logistics

By Tim Pozzi •
get out your poisons, get out your frozen smiles. time to travel back to the basic layout where it all began, in frames that still play in my head. make it, break it, hold on too tight to fake interest. but that all came down, so we'll frown upon good intentions, there's nothing more to mention but the cost of dreaming this big. figures you'd pretend we're nothing more than a memory, as your vengeance betrays what you're saying. gifted or not, protecting your heart takes fighting off those demons. and the sky in your eyes has closed to a box, i can't take off without a guide.