2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.

But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?

And how would it be
If one 2 was me?

Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?

I'm over you
but you keep appearing
under me

stars are tiny holes
in Heaven's carpet
and they say that
humans are made
from the dust
that falls
through them
and can't get back home.

I waited
For the longest time
For a hero
To come save the day
(not even me)

But the end
Happened
The way it never
Should

And now I can't get the sound
Of a gun cracking
Out of my skull
Or the blood
Away from my eyes
(it keeps smearing
when i cry)

And all I feel
Is warmth
And red
And sand
Caught in my shoe

And you aren't even here
To tell

red lip stick stains on
yellow pages, phone books and
cigarette tubes

he comes upon me like the way that
storms come upon this town
eventually, and all at once

where the rain kisses
our skin to sleep
and the thunder turns on its lights
to wake us up again

parasites that **** at your blood
come flying at you in the winds
the clouds cloak the sun,
she bows,
goodbye

make way for the summer rain
where the air finally cools
and the storms roll through