seriousness for strangers who are unlike us
but the question is wouldn't you rather it that way
the claims of a drink that entitles others to be weary
weary of us
here we go
a story sprinkled in acid and cinnamon
not just sugar alone
cause sugar melts into something sickeningly sweet
whereas us together is a taste we have yet to discover

For the purpose of waiting on a argument left for someone else's yesterday do you understand the depth of your own sweat
Almost like a beam of sugar hoping to sink you under
Cause you're not the only one that's wasted away

your tiny desk with subtle words
engraved into the stone
wishing on an invitation
to a death row

classify it as independence
as a water bomb burst
classify it as a lie that hasn't yet been told
hold it over your head
delicately off a silk worm
careful you don't form it into something that'll explode

the five seconds apart from you is too much
the oceans somehow don't matter
relying on the transmission from one corner to another
and you feel as if you're dancing on water

repeating stanzas into misty doors
as if its a functional degree
raging on the alcohol
like its feeding you and me

And I think I saw you flash before my eyes.
And constrict me from breathing.
Shutting off my lungs.
It hurt so much.
And its like my heart is a guitar because you’re constantly plucking the strings
Its driving me insane.

Now please don’t let me fall
Because we both know I’ll drown
There’s no easy way out

I can barely see the skyline
Its fading baby
You’re fading away
If I leave do you think you’ll stay
And I can’t find the words to finish this
But goodbye means forever

a fragment of time left in classrooms alone
the taste of whiskey left barren in your bone
its almost like you went to hell
but in reality you're still standing still

its like the way you lick your lips
claiming that its just an old habit
the way the clouds roll into the day
its almost like you never went away

for titles leave unexplained absences
and stories leave wounds wide open
but the rhythm leaving your body
is one of a still heart

the corsage is stained with your blood
the dress is in shreds
the jewellery gone rusty
the hair a mess
the gravestone non-existent
the photo's burned
the remains of you
no longer on earth

its like the taste of blueberry bagels and low-fat yoghurt
its marginal
but its there

its like the scent of the grass at 5am
its usually not your first thought
but its there

its like remembering your name on a gravestone
you go days barely remembering
but its there

you know that swans can die of a broken heart when their partner leaves.
people have said that on ice I am more graceful than a swan.
this adds up in ways that I don't appreciate
but its like i was born to tell you i love you and then just leave

and i want to say thank you and just be with you
but the truth is i don’t nearly love you as much as you love me
and i hate that
because i want to love you
every inch of you
i run my tongue over my lips and i can remember every kiss
but its not enough
and i’ve tried to bite my tongue and push it aside
cause i want you more than life
but a part of me can’t take it
and i can’t take hurting you anymore
because a part of me does
love
you.

for there is a way
to utter words
the words that i could never string together
just as there is a way
to say goodbye
for now and forever