Skeleton Me

There's plenty of space to hang my stuff

But there's no where to hang myself in this room

Windows aren't high enough to jump out of

I don't think it's me only; we're all so lonely

The people I love the most are the one's that I pass quick

I can make them up, they're anything I pick

I fall in love 'few times a month

With the most interesting girls in the world, in the world

And I don't think it's me only; we're all so lonely

The subtleties in their walk tell me all about themselves

I remember everyone, my head's got big old bookshelves

I want them to make me up, too

And though none of it'd be true, it'd be special to her and me:

A great romance in complete privacy

And I don't think it's me only; we're all so lonely

We crested the hill and saw nothing

"Might as well roll down," I said, "we'll be dead in four years anyways."

Our sortie down the grass answered not a thing as we reached the base

Only to find another, yet, larger hill

"Should we climb it?" she said. "I don't know," I said.

"Should we climb it?" she said. "I don't know," I said.