I had a dream where I purged you of technology
(There was a beach at our feet)

I had  dream where I     met you\
you dissolved away in the surf—
pixel by pixel

I am the scientist sitting on the pew
Holding a textbook bible.
I don't question you.

Hell froze over
The Devil stolen in ice
Now I've got nobody
to give my favorite advice

I miss the heavy static grunge of your music muffled by my walls,
I miss your glasses,
I miss when you showed emotion,
I miss when you would drive me to school and give me cigarettes,
I miss when you would show me new indie bands and unlock a whole new world for me,
I miss our explosive and ordinarily magical science experiments,
But you dived into the blood contract of the world,
Now you are void,
Now,
You are not you,
You are a puppet to a mouth,
I have never stopped at my every intention,
To rips it's tongue out,
No matter how much yours scorns me,
Brother

Press your feet on concrete
Summer air it rings sweet
Press your feet on concrete
Freedom in the dead heat

Walking home on late nights
Lit up with these street lights
Counting side walk under your feet
Night birds get the cheap seat
Press your feet on concrete

I'm the sand in an hour glass
Waiting for some time to pass
And the brass tacks
Is time and space now
For what will last

I am frightened within a world full of phenomenon dense with the heavy weight of beauty,
Yet these hands are stuck within my chest,
Carrying a dream bereft of color and time,
Always left behind

This time,
I blame me,
Fall is coming,
I hope the season will ******* away with the leaves