rise up too late

The glass boxes rattle in the transparent room
As the round flowers bloom
At the top
At the top

The fall reaches down to the back of your throat
Where the boxes can’t go
In the dark
In the dark

Eyes spin the room as glass strikes on wood
And you think that you should
Take another
Take another

Collapse on the clouds where the demons won’t see
When you’re too tired to be
Someone’s father
Someone’s father

Rise up too late
Rise up too late