Oh well, who was I?
Who was I to watch you wilt?
You ain’t gotta tell me what it means
Trace the outlines of your dreams
You’ll always be a flower on my skin
And the pain that I am in
It’s all the same
The losing touch, the waiting game
Across that county line
I promise to be there this time
Alright?
You were a work of art
That’s the hardest part
Howling like dogs in the light of the moon
Holding our breath after 132
You asked me why I wasn’t saying a word
I’m naming the stars in the sky after you
It was a work of art
That’s the hardest part
To spiral out
To try and float
To see a friend
To see a ghost
Bitter-brained
Always drunk
Rail-thin
Zoloft
Subtle change
Shorter days
Dead-eyed
Dead weight
Your life
Your dreams
Your mind
Your needs
My needs
Your needs
My needs
To spiral out
To try and float
To see a friend
To see a ghost
To see a ghost
To see a ghost
To see a ghost
