You were talking in your sleep,
You were lying to yourself,
Saying “Everything happens for a reason,
Or maybe for someone else”
And there were daggers in your spine,
And highways in my eyes,
I left you behind, I left you behind, I left you behind
And all those reasons that I had,
For never letting go,
Dyed the carpet red and your eyes soaked indigo.
Because I needed time,
And you needed ways,
To span the skin that’s wrinkled now and defines our younger days.
But they’re gone, gone, gone, gone

Now I ride down Stonehouse passed broken sidewalks,
I see our ghosts, fragmented or gone,
But I still see your face vivid as the space in between,
Here and now,
And those girls we loved so fervently,
Dance like flames and still burn me,
But mostly they tore us apart, tore us apart,
And our hair was long and the bridge was burned,
Because we fucked all the lessons we never learnt,
And I fell asleep in that abandoned house,
With its windows busted out.

You call me up from Pickel Park,
High and alone you said, “It’s getting dark”
Solemn as a stone, I fell asleep for you to die alone.
And your carpet floor lined our tombs,
We smoked out the fear and drank past our wounds,
But I was bleeding you said, “I would heal,
When I accept the fact that my heart, this town did steal”
So I lay down to die,
Dry mouthed and crimson in my eyes,
And we laughed away reality,
And danced alone with the dreams that couldn’t flee.

And there’s a train coming for our house,
The track’s beneath our floor, there’s no getting out,
I’ll send you a postcard,
From where dying’s simple and living ain’t so hard
So farewell, dear town,
My blood did not pave your streets,
But you stole my sweltering soul in your summer heat.