Graves

I'm right here, out of your hair
Did it have to hit the floor?
I don't even think I care anymore
What if we just didn't ever meet?
Never felt the wind below our wings
Never took a chance on anything

Sometimes I think
I'd prefer it to be that way
So that we
Could just bleed over our own graves

I know that there's walls in your heart
I know there's wolves inside your head
I've been speaking to remember
And drinking to forget
My tongue is filled with lead
No, this can't have happened yet
All this time becomes my debt

And now I see
I can't earn the currency you need
When you don't want
To feel like you need anything

Let the rain play the sadness
On the cold floor of this wooden house
Where your plastic love
Was nothing but a running mouth

I envy the dead leaves
For always knowing new beginnings
And as spring comes around
I know that it will weep with me
But trudging through the mud
Your friends quickly become enemies
And those who have cried empathetic tears
All eventually stick their foot out
And try to trip me

Now the dark clouds loom
And they shadow the regret
They hold me to the beliefs
I fear consume my head

Cigarette kisses and wormhole eyes
Shining like Sinatra blue seashells
Cut out of the sky
Pull the drill up to my temple
Forget the black and white
Open up my closing eyes
Let it burn, let it die?