The summer sky;
it breathes tonight.
And if there was one highlight,
it was you.

But tonight I'll grab a rope,
and if you've figured it out by now,
this is my suicide note.

No place likes perforce feeling,
no analogue solution could keep me reeling;
no amount of love could ever keep me from peeling.
I am insane and I have become the beast I worship.

So tonight I'll grab a rope,
swing from the branches till' morning.
Swing until you come into the yard mourning.

This is my apology,
for being someone
that always leaves.

This is my final number,
a jazz tap finish to a life
of blunders.

Do I need to remind you again?
No place likes perforce feelings,
not now; not ever in a millenium.

Light the highest fires, or
burn the tallest trees,
I would never **** myself,
there's far too much to see.

Does that make it worse?
Not being able to "do it" but
thinking all the time that
surely "today will be the day"
and I will one day be forgotten, erased?

Oh, you've forgotten already,
no place likes perforce feelings,
everything you do; it's beautiful.
You should really be in a magazine,
as for me; I belong where the ocean screams.