I'm right here Out of your hair Did it have to hit the floor? I don't even think I care anymore What if we just didn't ever meet? Never felt the wind below our wings Never took a chance on anything Sometimes I think I'd prefer it to be that way So that we could just bleed over our own graves I know that there's walls in your heart I know there's wolves inside your head I've been speaking to remember And drinking to forget My tongue is filled with lead No, this can't have happened yet All this time becomes my debt And now I see I can't earn the currency you need When you don't want to feel like you need anything Let the rain play the sadness On the cold floor of this wooden house Where your plastic love Was nothing but a running mouth I envy the dead leaves For always knowing new beginnings And as spring comes around I know that it will weep with me But trudging through the mud You're friends quickly become enemies And those who have cried empathetic tears All eventually stick their foot out and try to trip me Now the dark clouds loom And they shadow the regret They hold me to the beliefs I fear consume my head Cigarette kisses and wormhole eyes Shining like Sinatra blue seashells cut out of the sky Pull the drill up to my temple, forget the black and white Open up my closing eyes, let it burn, let it... die?