Meet me in your closet

Where we used to meet often

I was gone picking out coffins

I think I missed when you called me


We used to meet for coffee

We used to meet for nothing

Sometimes I think you were bluffing

When you said you didn’t want to see me

i hope i'm not a regret

just a face in a moshpit

on your world tour in boston

where it snows too **** often

The fried fat sizzles, singing piggies final songs

The dim light twitches, lightning for two at table nine

The name tag faded, pad of paper scribbled on

Blank stare implosion and a single-clouded sky



And in your glazed eyes I see the tunnels end

Chemicals and decimals fill my stomach chasm high

And when my demons catch me they will catch me by surprise

How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become