High as dust and I’m walking home Try to breath but I’m never gonna get it right. Cuz I know that when I get home then I’m all alone To face another spooky night.
I know. People tell me everything come and go. People tell me everything’s far then near no fear my dear Was is will be but they don’t get it.
Please get to the part where you hurt me. Please get to the part where you break me down and cry.
In the day you can act that way Like its all okay and nothings gonna cut me. Smile and drink like you never think Like you never feel and nothings gonna drag you home.
Midnight crawling on the graves in the moonlight Wait for him to tell you goodbye You’d cry but you’re just too high Then the open sky fall down upon you.
Please get to the part where you hurt me. Please get to the part where you break me down and cry.
So many skies What are those things that move whenever I open my eyes? So many dreams I need to find a world where I can be weak so I try to breath but I can’t find it.
Please get to the part where you hurt me. Please get to the part where you take me down and cry.
you bought me candy and you held my hand and we walked, just the two of us, there on the sand and we watched the horizon so far away and i smiled- i knew it would all be mine someday
but then when you left the horizon turned flat it was an empty line, who wants to waste their time chasing that? and all the dreams were shadows that left the world colder and the future was only a place to get older and die
death was everywhere behind every smile it fueled the people’s dreams, they drove mile after mile but i stood there, just waiting for my time to run out tousled by the purple sheets blowing about
in a wind that came from somewhere, but from where no one was sure life was just a riddle then, so pointless and obscure that no one even tried to answer it, they just drove faster in their cars wanting to go anyplace as long as it was far
from the place they were born, a birth they could not even remember memory was a flashlight, a tiny handheld ember that we used to move forward, but never to look back, while behind us a presence grew so ominous and black
and in front of us we were certain we heard footsteps descending we knew they were death’s feet, heralding our ending for i’d seen my own mother slide like a child into his robes so we focused with exclusion on the things we could control
studiously shining our little lights on tombstones memorizing names that belonged to the bones and at times i would lie down and dream i was dying i’d close both my eyes and watch purple flags flying
thru a sky with two moons and my hands would grow colder would my mother recognize me now thirty years older? would we walk again, the two of us, on a beach in the sky? would i feel hope again when i found a world where you don’t have to die?
or would death be there, as well, would he slide through the curtain a jack in a black box who makes pain so certain when he scoops out the fruit and then leaves me the rind until i’m clawing like an animal for a way to feel full inside
when you were here, i was here, i occupied this place, but now my heart is stretches like an ache throughout space i look everywhere to find you, people tell me to let go but i see their eyes shine with a demonic glow
i will follow you, i’ll follow you, i’ll fight through the veils we will meet again, i don’t know where, but please let your trail lead me outside of time where we can hold hands forever and i can dream again, knowing we’ll be best friends forever.
