Ashes, ashes, we all fall down,
the king has lost his golden crown,
the queen is dead with a bullet in her head,
and all the children have somehow drown.

Those sinister black crow hymns
play just outside the windowpane,
in all the years we've been painted black,
we watched this city go down in flames.

Cold lipped killers with a steady shot,
pulling the trigger with no second thought.
Creating a scene, across the movie screen,
undisclosed, undiscovered, never to be caught.

The lights go out and we're still falling,
to that same, sad hymn,
and the chorus is chirping all the way down,
to reunite royalty with it's sin.

It's the creak of the floorboards,
that keeps me awake.
The small sound of absence;
we feel when the sun sets,
the makeshift wind chimes
of the skeletons neatly arranged in the closet.

I'm just a stained lipped kid
in your oh, so colorful life.
Waiting for your winding clock arms
to finally reach me once again,
and hold me until my time is up.

And then here I am, standing on a constellation,
hoping that one of these stars
once died to make a part of you,
like I passed, to be a partial thought
when you wake in the middle of the night.

Light sweat glistening;
frost on your window.
My breath still caught underneath your bed sheets.

Hard earned tears can stand no ground,
we've fought through every line unsung,
but we listen so close for the echo of sound,
from a beating heart's last struggling hums.

Each gasp holds life, but not forever,
we give up a little more with each tick,
watching a sunset embark on it's endeavor,
to die and resurrect; breathe out, breathe in.  

It's funny how we can watch it leave,
and not give it a second thought,
because the fact of life is that the sun's death eve,
is only hours before it comes back to life.

And, yes, life is a golden token,
but sometimes it's not so great,
we'll leave with scratch marks on our coffins,
but we'll always remember the date.

You twisted yourself inside me like a root,
the one's that you always wrote about,
and it still drives me crazy that I can't get you out,
but you somehow got out of me.

But you sure did get out, easier than expected.
And I still don't know why you cut off so quick,
but I miss your ******* voice and your crazy bed head
that you never felt like you needed to fix.

And I can't stand how happy you are,
because you said you could never live without me,
but you only did what you know best,
I should've figured you would flee.

Each tear I shed has a part of you,
for all the times that we cried together.
Under blanket forts we hid from the world,
now you hide with someone else.

But I'll never forget my first day with you,
that's over ten years ago now.
And over ten years of memories you seemed to forgotten,
so I'm sat here, writing them down.