Oh how it's been so long
Maybe that's just how it feels
Everything just blurs together
When you're not around
In a circumstance that leaves me
Stranded six feet underground
These days I just sit and think
Those thoughts keep telling me
That it's hard to cling onto hope
When I can't dream, let alone sleep
I'm still waiting for you to get me out
So I'll try to make this brief
I'm writing this down
Instead of telling you the truth
Because every approach
Makes me feel further from you
There's a glint in your eye, I know it
Does it mean you're alright
But it's okay, you say you're doing just fine
And I still tell you "Oh don't worry"
It's just a shame that I can't
Take my own f*cking advice, I'm sorry
Sometimes I look at everyone
They've become ghosts of who I knew
There's no way I could forgive myself
If I let that happen to you
I'm getting caught up in things
That maim me again, but
Soon I may be on the mend
There's nothing else to do
There's nothing else to say
So please bear with me
Sincerely, yours to the end
She wandered down a path
Of screaming emptiness
Wrapped in the stars
That shone at her behest
She looked down at the Earth
The home that she outgrew
The bones of who she was
Hounded thoughts of something new
When she had returned
She looked up, bold and bright
The heavens, they reached out
She pushed away their light
I looked up
Her words howled like the wind
She stared down
The moon burned for her sins
Last autumn, I held on
It's all that you can do
When everything is gone
The moon rose and remained
I couldn't take it back
She sang to me, she screamed
"What can you learn from me?"
She stared, her gaze like knives
I looked up and replied
"How do you burn so bright?
You have no flame, no light
You've never lived, my love"
"Burn with me" she cried
I bled that she could live
Her body shining red
Last autumn, I held on
And on and on and on
And on and on and on
I can't stay any longer for you
Far away, chasing a dying star's glow
Run to me, to the edge of the unknown
Their pity can make the clouds bleed all alone
Night will come, so sing for its mercy
A forest of red will shed its leaves
Drift along, in a gambit of metal kings
Time will ensnare us living things
The moon, breathing her last, spoke so gently to me:
"Under starlit tombstones, cut these shackles and flee
Patience and time will set you free
Patience or time will set you free
Patience, not time will set you free"