Rope.

This carpet smells strangely new

But it's so

Old

Thinking about tomorrow

Thinking about this week

About next year

Next life

Screaming

Not going to drown

Not going to disintegrate

Not going to crumble

Not going to fall back into neat little pieces

Gonna hold onto dreams, this one is

Going to believe in six impossible things before breakfast

And until our lungs are raw:

We

Will

Make

It.