SkullMates

Dreaming that it's yesterday

Lifetime is a death away

Behind on sleep, the rest awaits

Vessel stench so temporary

I made it

Separated

I can see the future you and me

Oh, what a waste

Who was who, what inside me?

Decide when it's over so I'm in control

I guess I should've known

If I could, I'd run away

We entertain and decorate

But now our welcome's overstayed

And life is what you throw away cus

I made it

Separated

I can see the future you and me

Oh, what a waste

Who was enough? Wasn't me

I tried and I tried and I battled my soul

But I guess I should've known

We've known it all along

We all end up alone

I'll feel the rain...

And not know what is the rain

And I'll hear the breeze

And not know what is the breeze

I will behold the sky and not know what is the sky

Instead, I will hear the breeze

And think it is your last return to the hearth of my ear

And I will feel the rain and think that it is the pinprick of your kiss

And when the rain is tender, I will know something has softened you

And when it is violent, I will know something has shaken you

And in this newfound understanding

Without eyes, or ears, or hands, or even lips

Our bare bones will make love in the dirt, never knowing our nakedness

Imagine...

Imagine a rough wind, cursing through a calligraphy of weeds

In our disrepair, we have grown gardens of ourselves

Sprouts of curious grass shooting from our eye sockets

The love letters that spell IOU eternity

There will come a day

When the fear of death will be the favorite joke passed amongst courses

And they are already laughing