I would rather eat every grain of sand
Off of every white sand - black sand beach
For a thousand - two thousand lifetimes
Than be anywhere near you or them
and to attempt and cough out every reason
Why I must do this and leave again.
There is not enough fire
On this God forsaken earth
That could come close to that
Inside of my heart and
My eyes will never close
Or come close to your mouth
As long as there is water
In the salty seas and as long as
That blackwater flows
Through the old oak trees. . .
I will never be inside of you again.
There won't ever be an end
As long as you keep adding more
And more pieces to the conclusion.
The story is over,
It's time to go to sleep.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
I would rather eat every grain of sand
Off of every white sand - black sand beach
For a thousand - two thousand lifetimes
Than be anywhere near you or them
and to attempt and cough out every reason
Why I must do this and leave again.
There is not enough fire
On this God forsaken earth
That could come close to that
Inside of my heart and
My eyes will never close
Or come close to your mouth
As long as there is water
In the salty seas and as long as
That blackwater flows
Through the old oak trees. . .
I will never be inside of you again.
There won't ever be an end
As long as you keep adding more
And more pieces to the conclusion.
The story is over,
It's time to go to sleep.
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