Let’s find a place to park
Just after dark,
And into the night,
We’ll describe our plight.
These streetlights pass me by,
But the time tells us hope is high.

What’s quieter than the breathing,
Is it the graveyard’s heart beating,
Is it the headlights on the pavement,
Or the promises that are spelled ‘patient’?

I can't shake this hunger,
I just wanna be younger,
Instead I'm torn asunder,
Unhappy in the summer.

Have at thee,
I won't plea,
That's on me,
Please, oh please,
Leave me be.

The left-over warmth from the burning fire,
Embers settle into the charred earth,
In the tender decay of the dying hearth,
They say that I'll soon begin to tire,
But I tell 'em that I'm just getting started.

Until I need to crumble,
I'll stay in your prefrontal,
Until I get into trouble,
I'll let the thunder rumble.

I've been baited into waiting with a bated breath,
Lulled into a fate that's worse than just death,
It calls me on the phone says, "you're so inept."
Culls my fascinations till all my blood is wept.

All of my teeth are rotting and falling out my mouth,
The blood trails on down the corner of my smile,
There's a trickle of a burn rolling down my throat,
Could it be that I flayed and chiseled my enamel,
Away?

A prophecy states I'm doomed,
I've read it and it's dreaded end,
As the truth loomed overhead,
I found solace in eating the dead.

My fingernails are all bitten down,
Down to the bed that I laid into the ground,
I'm friends with the bandages that curl around,
I don't care what I've done so just keep me bound.