Walked naked under moonlight
Left clothes by trees we'd recognize
Talked about high school and pride
Talked about some friends we didn't know were short on time
Make up your own rules in your park, when it's empty
Walk like giants through the hills, in control of your own safety
Cried, quiet, in pavilions
Where my love would start and also end
Commit to memory, every single line
"I don't a boy a need a man"
And softly then: "Goodbye"
Goodbye
Make up your own rules on the side roads, when they're empty
Trash can pentagrams are safer
Than the cults we die for every goddamn week
Stay in the park
The wind took all of it away
Well it seems that Time, this time, wants everything
Like your father coming out to find us, sprawled out on a hill
Or the heavy chest of an old friend falling still
But time won't take our illnesses away
Shed spirits keep our memories at bay
Make up your own rules when you're fucked up, when you're empty
Lost, little stupid orbs of light, we bounced when we were singing
Stay in the park when the cancer comes
Stay in the park when they won't let you love
Stay in the park when you start losing blood
And don't you fucking let them tell you you're a failure of a son
I prayed to blades of grass and tree bark that they'd keep our secrets
Underneath the buckeye tree with my imaginary therapist
I am going to love you always, and I promise that's some real shit
But you'll have to take my word for it
Cause I do not know what real is
I don't even know what real is