Thomas LaVine - Chemicals

Hollow my fears make my soul
Every year
All of my heart
Feeds someone
How can I be
Hollow

All of my scars
And who you are
Makeshift my bones

All of us think
That someday
We won’t be
Hollow

And we make ourselves
Spread too thin
And on the shelf
Remember way back when

And we toe the line
After all
We can’t be
Just chemicals

Hollow