It's like the reality of falling leaves:
In autumn, people seek them out
Their perfected performance of death
A leap from ten stories in a party dress
The taffeta catching the up draft
No one gathers to see the aftermath
Of carnage covered by dirt and water
Taking beauty and churning it out
Brown sledge grunted up by the earth
Spit out, mangled, the marrow exposed
It's always the same
The crowds bottleneck, shove, push
To see the start, but at the end
Everyone is looking for an out
Such happiness for what follows hello, for
Everything that comes just before goodbye
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
It's like the reality of falling leaves:
In autumn, people seek them out
Their perfected performance of death
A leap from ten stories in a party dress
The taffeta catching the up draft
No one gathers to see the aftermath
Of carnage covered by dirt and water
Taking beauty and churning it out
Brown sledge grunted up by the earth
Spit out, mangled, the marrow exposed
It's always the same
The crowds bottleneck, shove, push
To see the start, but at the end
Everyone is looking for an out
Such happiness for what follows hello, for
Everything that comes just before goodbye
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