I smoke myself sick
Imagining what it would be like
Candy coated under the moonlight
With you
Pulled out of my own oxygen
I lay my head on wooden floorboards
Replaying your symphonies in my head
Ive heard them once
Then never again
The silence makes me ponder which staircase to fall down
While I swallow my own hands
And I know
I have to be okay
With never seeing you again.