is it bad i wish you suffering
because it means you're alive

we promised moonlight
we promised beach

but i float down the shore alone
my feet yet to touch ocean floor

as your dust settles back into the stars
the tide keeps pulling away
i see the rippled glass of the sand

a face shaped wildly by the sunlight you never got to see
a distorted image of me

i imagine you lived a hundred thousand years just to believe the line wasn't cut short

i imagine you lived a hundred thousand years just to believe the line wasn't cut short

in the shells i pick up, are lies
and i fill my mouth with all these little shells

you lived a hundred thousand years
you lived enough to see
you know me, even now
and your dust wont settle in the stars

it'll form in a ghost in my backyard