God's green earth runs full between us
Late nights spent sipping on new wine and dreaming of all the ways we capsized
I don't sleep in anymore
I just chase your memory down the hallway
And I memorize all the lines you were so proud of
Rolling off my tongue in admiration of your thin limbs and Forrest mind
It's a shame the cancer stars hung low over you
In a way I guess it made sense
Retreating to your best friend sleep less and **** up
It's a pretty thing to grow up
It's a pretty thing to love the moon girl after she leaves you to gather dust
It's a pretty thing to have given your all only to find you turned to dust
Right down to our devotion we are the same
Steeped in isolation and dead leaves we were born out of the same fabric
And though the wall runs through our hands it's still thin enough to hear you sing
And I save all your shimmering tunes in the hymnal under my bed to sing for a better day
And in a different way
I'll chase you down again.