Picture Of a Tree That Doesn't Look Okay

Do you think the landlord’s pissed?

We left a car parked on the lawn again

He’s looking

The porch is still and empty

We wrote our friends names on the walls inside

They’re laughing

We know that this isn’t home for long

The posters in your bedroom speak softly

They tell stories

So while the weather’s getting worse

We take shelter in these walls again

And tell stories

So where did you live

And what did you learn there?

We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees

It’s been another year

Where do the echoes from the echoes go?

Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes

I’ve been searching for this, (I know it gets harder everyday. But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away.)

Something that I can run away with

It’s a life changing decision

Should I leave or try to beat this?

Where do the echoes from the echoes go?

Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes

Live wires are like this

They hit the streets and form a beacon

It’s a danger we’ve been warned

But we still stretch and try to reach them

Watching our planet grow on screens

I spoke into a window sill and

Still forgot everything and it spoke back

A thousand frozen trees (I will stare while you are growing. Come with me to empty places)

But still there’s something burning

They are filled with everything

Where do the pieces of our dreams recede?

Into eyes shut that are opening

I never have ever decided what to think of all the years I spent in connecticut

(Whenever, if ever I get my life together I'll apologize for all the things I should have said...)

(...And done. Inother day lost to the setting sun. I stare at the ceiling and it looks back.)

So beat on the bass drum

Make all the spiders run

We threw rocks at the house and it looked back