She has eyes in the back of her head she said,
but she always had her back to a wall.
She said its always better to be looking behind you,
So you're always looking up when you fall.

She was beautifully optimistic,
in a pessimistic sort of way.
She would wander the city aimlessly,
To keep all of her thoughts at bay.

She always just kept moving,
until the day she just gave up.
She had 19 years behind her,
That hit hard when they caught up.

She always wanted to be buried in the ocean,
So it wasn't hard to take that leap.
Now the gentle waves keep her moving,
So She can finally get some sleep.

They say we'll cross that bridge when we come to it..
But who needs a bridge when the waters runnin' dry,
from people bottling it up and selling it to the kids with glassy eyes.
The same kids who would write their dreams on paper boats,
to sail downstream,
But they're stuck sailing in circles in the puddles it seems.
So now they burn that bridge when they come to it,
and they're snorting up the ashes,
Because they think that's all they can do to preserve their dying passions.
So now they sell back their dreams cheap, unlike their habits,
and now we're just stuck with dreamless kids,
falling down holes chasing rabbits.

I know you have mountains of word
To try to make me feel good,
But the sweetness of your tongue
Masks the bitterness of them.
As friends falling down
Raining ashes to the ground,
Scoop the mounds in a backpack
And carry them around.
As the weight buckles your knees,
You drag them to the sea,
But the sandpaper earth
Wears holes in their coffin.
Then my job is done,
As your god has his fun,
Dragging memories out of the darkness
And into the son.
Let them sail away,
So the thoughts can decay,
And so the fresh breeze of autumn
Can bring them back some day