I won't be seeing you as often as I used to
Wood underneath my feet is warm
Fires swell, possessions mourn
I gaze through glass and attempt to memorize
All clouds, trees, dirt, and mass
That have made an imprint and seen the past
Sitting two stories high
Ceilings crumble like the one I'm on
With crawling skin that does not run
There's too much weight on me
There's too much weight on me I sigh
I sigh
Crumbling
Sitting two stories high
Aching bones from a strain of you
You're all that I know
But we've caught up to time and have to grow
Grow out of our own home
Aching bones from the strain of you
You're all that I know
But we've caught up to time and have to grow
Grow out of our own home
Reflections don't dwell in the past
Screaming at life and the shadows it casts
Mind and body
Mind and body
Mind and body in flux as time goes
For some real reason, I suppose
Must be real
Still I won't be seeing you as often as I used to
Still I won't be seeing you as often as I used to
June. June
June reminds me of a flood
Helplessness as muddy waters run
Planets follow order as cemeteries know
The old, the new, the growth and I know
We've been dead all along
But murmurs and mind say change is wrong
I wait for lullabies
Goodnight stories and closing my eyes
I dream of love that I've found
Falling from buildings
And seeing you around
I hope I see you around