I'm a drop out, working full-time
But I never had a doubt that you would save me
You never saved me, now I'm worn out

Of this empty town, of this tired frown
Oh, please forgive me

So I'm shouting from rooftops, and at the top of my lungs
And bottom of my heart, "Get it up, get it up, get it up
Don't let me down"

So I'm shouting from rooftops
But no one seems to hear
No body ever cares
So what, we all fall apart
At the top of my lungs
From the bottom of my heart
But not even echoes respond

Working nights now, sleeping all of the day
Laugh myself to bitterness, can I sleep myself to death yet?

You torture my brain, driving me so insane
But you can't do this to me.

Roof of the sky leaks
A plumber looks for a tissue
In the duskiest summer

my foot just clinked
two
empty glass coke bottles
together and it sounded like rain
rolling off your roof.

the parallels of she and her and you
and the era extinct.
the notes that linger on the rooftop
the shapes that she drew
the shapes that you colored in
the notes that were written
the notes that were written
and erased.


the absence is not new,
though rises like a dull sun in winter
in search of somewhere
less white.

My home is a tiny cabin in the woods,
My voice a timid trail of smoke from
The quaint log chimney
That would never reveal the pain
Hiding under the shiny tin roof.
You hold my bleeding heart
Carefully, like a baby bird just
Stretching it's wings, and you
Stitch it back together with your  
Whispers of strength
Like quiet raindrops on a tin roof,
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