Bombsight

Damned all those brawls All that blood Just to be right

Losing sight of the sky Drowning each other in contrite

Gnawing and clawing Those fingernails Oh what a mighty fistfight

You kept me even when all talk became Like a frostbite

You stayed though All I gave you was A stinking tank airtight

We rode elevators Not caring what floor Came up in our bombsight

We laughed at the demons Who haunted us Kicked them into the daylight

True or false Filling in the blanks It’s all we need To decide