In my age, I've forgotten how to die.
Throw down my regrets and peel away.
Beds where insects lie in tomorrows wake.
Feather pillows that taste like home.

All tomorrow's 'parties'
Don't mean a thing.

It seems talking now.
Is now a task.
We've sheared our memories in half.
Too late to try say "Goodbye".
This and that, friends don't last.
Drawing pictures of our families.

This is it, it's going to be gone soon.
What do we do? Its ours, just for tonight.
Lets pretend we go our separate ways.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Cold February winds pushing waves.
How did we get into this mess we're in?
A mess of sadness and phobias.
My words confess to a landslide.

Look into my vessel, blindly emphatic.
Hopeless romantic, inadequate passionate.
Two more mementos to the comfortable and tragic.
I won't fall asleep if this candle blows out.