No matter how long I walk in meadows,
I will always have to lie down with my thoughts

I will always end up with the
Signs that paint the world too big
And time too short
And life more complicated than it is

Last summer was more like spring
and this summer felt like a desert
all that grew after the storm
has been burned and charred and swept away on the wind

I told a lie to the ship that took me away
Because I knew I would not come back
The easiest way to not be here
Is to leave

In that photograph
Things aren’t the same as real life
This is how my eyes work
Washing colors down the drain
Before they reach me

As a child I swore that I would never lose my innocence
This mind still remembers her facts and her memories
but she is gone
Like a dead girl
I have a mark on my soul that is more like a scar
There is nothing in me to give