Hoping doors will fly open
tonight. seeds scatter, wind blows
our minds. and we all stand
stripped of our skin with only
words for coats. goodbyes carve
hearts into stone. until the grave
my friend, we couldve grown old
together, we couldve undone each
other. doors are flying off their
hinges. shots are fired, run for
cover. This blood is nothing next
to gallons swallowed biting
tongues. Im sick of flipping off
phones and backs. my lungs are
filling with gunpowder. lets help
each other explode. Like second
hand sandclocks, mouths open to
the pouring sun. yeah. Still
standing here strong, not where
they want us to stand. And well
grown old together and well undo
each other. its wonderful to see
you here tonight, beautiful
sunshine. dreams blooming in your
eyes. i think youve read my mind.
thinking up thunderstorms. cutting
down telephone poles. lightning
dances in your eyes. waiting for
true till fucking death
