patience is a virtue wasted on the ones who need it the least
I misread you epitaph. I could’ve sworn it said something like “I'll always love you” but maybe that was my eyes playing tricks or your heart lying to me again. Your lips taste like sulfur and my mouth is a fire so let’s burn this town alive tonight. Let’s watch it all crumble. As the ash floats away and the dust begins to settle I'll realize my mistake but the blood will still cover my hands.
I'll walk amongst ghosts in a city of children made to look familiar but it’s all too broken for me. Now everything smells like you (citrus and…I forget). Your memory is fading fast but you swear you won’t let it so you
Make
Your
Return in silence. A walking sunrise, or maybe that’s just my eyes playing tricks on me…
I'll be the last one to find out why the clock is ticking away faster than it used to and making excuses for the kids it used to hold back. Its strange how intriguing age can be when you don’t really know everything and how much you can hate it when you start to learn.
I desperately need the attention you’re all so willing to give, but I would really love if you’d just watch my unraveling from a safer distance, no need for collateral damage. In this case I’m the only one to blame. So start on your way and I'll just start falling apart.
I miswrote my epitaph. I could’ve sworn I meant to write “I never got to finish” but instead it reads something cliché about life closed too short, or love lost too early. I lost the combination to this coffin, I can’t find the keys. I lost the combination, so turn away your heads and make something spectacular for me instead.
I desperately need the attention and you’re all so willing to give your lives for the ones up on pillars of wax and cloth paper, their city is burning, but I’m underwater while the ground is giving away all of its secrets.
I'll make it back to you soon.
I'll walk amongst ghosts in a city of children made to look familiar but it’s all too broken for me. Now everything smells like you (citrus and…I forget). Your memory is fading fast but you swear you won’t let it so you
Make
Your
Return in silence. A walking sunrise, or maybe that’s just my eyes playing tricks on me…
I'll be the last one to find out why the clock is ticking away faster than it used to and making excuses for the kids it used to hold back. Its strange how intriguing age can be when you don’t really know everything and how much you can hate it when you start to learn.
I desperately need the attention you’re all so willing to give, but I would really love if you’d just watch my unraveling from a safer distance, no need for collateral damage. In this case I’m the only one to blame. So start on your way and I'll just start falling apart.
I miswrote my epitaph. I could’ve sworn I meant to write “I never got to finish” but instead it reads something cliché about life closed too short, or love lost too early. I lost the combination to this coffin, I can’t find the keys. I lost the combination, so turn away your heads and make something spectacular for me instead.
I desperately need the attention and you’re all so willing to give your lives for the ones up on pillars of wax and cloth paper, their city is burning, but I’m underwater while the ground is giving away all of its secrets.
I'll make it back to you soon.