well, ain’t life just tragic? the prom queen, shattered dreams, just stop face, don’t panic. it’s okay, hey.
she’s falling apart, looking for a reason to love. she’s lying on the floor thinking about the moment it all went wrong.
from breakups to breakdowns she screams, but there’s no sound.
i was looking for a breath of life, alittle touch of heavenly light, but all the choirs in my head sing: no.
confusion that never stops.
closing walls and ticking clocks.
(gonna come back and take you home, i could not stop that you now know, singing, come out upon my seas. cursed missed opportunities. am i a part of the cure? or am i a part of the disease?)
i’ll keep out of your way.
(your calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. spring keeps you ever close. you’re a second hand smoke. you’re so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins, holding onto yourself the best you can. you’re the smeel before rain, you’re the blood in my veins).
