You were away when I realized it was love,
I'd never feel this way without your trouble,
So I walked back my love alone,
Picking up the straggler's phone,
Swiping new warmth to replace the old.
I couldn't get over your quick getaway,
Why would we pack up on Saturday,
Wait to move out in late June,
In the dark wealth of the new moon?
Looting what is left,
Emphasis on empty space.

Someday maybe I will rise above,
I concealed my heart like I always do,
Beginning again,
I deserve your disdain,
I am nothing good,
I am nothing great.
Someday maybe you will return to me,
And recycle pounds of incomplete pain,
Until then I'll be alone,
I moved too soon,
You say you're good,
Nothing here is great,
Now that I don't have you.

You get home at a decent hour with him smiling,
He scratches your back while you two chitchat,
And you never argue aloud,
Or turn the flowers inside out,
And leave the broken vase in the hall.
How did you get to heaven before me?

Someday maybe I will try to be alive,
Not to die in the war I create,
Memory of when I had something to lose,
I'd give the good for what is great.

I still hate you for leaving me summer,
I can't get over what is under.
this heart is sluggish and it,
Has a temper that's beyond me but you,
Never understood how I loved;
suffocated in a flood like a young god.

That's why I got to alone,
Why did I never let you say your piece?
Nothing's good,
Even if I close
My burning eyes,
I'm practically in hell.
You will never know,
Because you love him,
I'm your blackest sheep,
Count me off the deep.
You owe me nothing,
Pray one day I'll know,
A pantheon that never falls,
I conceived a forsaken afterlife,
Now that I don't have you.

Wow, that's good you're doing really good out there.
Woah, like minus the atmosphere I can stand hectic air.
The pollution is everything and
The way you are balder in the summer even remakes me
****, look over at you and cry for Fall
Lame, that I didn't call until you lost everything.

I'm not suppose to be here,
Not suppose to be able to sing,
In this place of material wealth,
I am not suppose to grieve.
Father deem me a prophecy celebrity,
Get me worthy, Get me something,
Give me dominion over Spring.
Why I don't bother to announce,
My source material even now.
Father, I'm flirting with a ghost god,
He doesn't see me as a fire thief,
He doesn't want to believe I ain't real,
Guzzling gold out of the locket,
Slurping electricity from the socket,
egocentric imaginary juvenile,
Robbing Rapunzel from the garden,
****** the lock of golden cherry loud,
The word's never been worthwhile.

I loved you,
But you let me down,
Then I had to turn around.
The sharktank shells chew my spine,
Raw reminders of a perilous shipwreck goodbye.
When we were like canvas art constant and priceless,
But oh, the high octave ocean song  is so quiet, doll.
It returns us to dusty ****** foam,
Dust, stealthy, and androgynous and,
Like a lovesick lighthouse vast and
Alone.

Told the TV me today,
liken myself to an early grave!
Kids like me black and brave,
liken us before we waste today!
Give more! Score big!
Gods living in a place you can't get.
Once more!  One America!
Crowd round the dieting breed.
What do you want more money than?
Charity chases... I can't even, man.
Those kids are full look at those tummies, man!
Those Africans are not even American.

Sometimes I cry so hard depleted,
Only to find that's all I needed,
Not a boy or girl to swoon and take my lucent love.
I watch my friendship lost and engulfed,
Tossed on the sea of death and divinity,
So maybe when you get back we can hangout finally.
There he goes and you follow suit hooked onto his sleeve,
So I love you
but you loved him before me.

Every cigarette gives you red cancer,
Eat red meat and burst go your veins,
Smokey sunrays cancel la-dee-da days,
Give you skin cancer instead,
Grieve in-between the acidic rain.
Charity can bring you to your knees,
Sickness suffocates everything scrubbed clean,
You might die sooner than you realize,
The happiest die smoking away idle time.