it's no good

it's no good
they've burnt down the buildings
that housed our memories
it's no good
we put too much stock
in what we could touch
when we should have built vaults
in our hearts and minds
now we have to start over
but we're no longer the young
hopeful pale kids in the back alley
like the gravel, we've been kicked around
too much
scattered like sand on glass
now we're dusty and broken
thrown aside as they torch the block
fall to your knees
if you can still bend
it's no good
we don't belong down here