the smallest flame flickers
in whatever you want to call the sad little thing
that used to burn inside me
it's almost funny to feel its warmth
it doesn't know about all the wind and rain coming our way
so i'm keeping it covered
that way
after I finish saturday's race
i'll have just enough hope left to go home
drink myself stupid
and pass out in an empty bed
that not even nightmares care about
nemo sum
nemo sum