let's go search for guns
inside the rivers
let's go back to our kingdom
inside the cardboard
let's hide away our spirits
and only let our tellurian skin show
let our derelict dialect drop and only speak in kisses
and your eyes are commas, they make me pause for awhile
and darling you may have been beautiful for awhile
but i like to liken you to a starless night, had you've not opened
your eyes for awhile
where treehouses took us above ground
and our kingdom rested out in the rain
and every drop numbs the cells and neurons
inside my own mortal frame, you are the darkside
the emptiness in the tattered bed sheets besides me
as i lay asking myself what you could be
and life is still wonderful despite the time slipping away
and me not knowing you enough