I bury letters like dead bodies
Beneath the trees I could never climb
About how endless jokes can mask the most depressed
The insecure are best dressed
And schizophrenic genes in youth suppress
My very own shadow whispers eventual death
I bury letters like dead bodies
One day when the glass bottles are dry
In the yellowest sun
I'll dig up my old letters for fun
With words pointing at victims like a loaded gun
Young paper and ink left there for one
I bury letters like dead bodies
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
I bury letters like dead bodies
Beneath the trees I could never climb
About how endless jokes can mask the most depressed
The insecure are best dressed
And schizophrenic genes in youth suppress
My very own shadow whispers eventual death
I bury letters like dead bodies
One day when the glass bottles are dry
In the yellowest sun
I'll dig up my old letters for fun
With words pointing at victims like a loaded gun
Young paper and ink left there for one
I bury letters like dead bodies
