Your little sunburst lips are like cannibals;
Feeding on the lonesome weak
And drunk on the fragile.
Never before has a taste of a bitter brew start
Lingered in my mouth.
Never before did your song turn my head
Straight off
Til it hit the ground.

When you see me falling backwards-
Like imprinted stars I’ll fly,
Don’t hesitate to wish or to wonder
Once I crash if I’m still alive.
If I’m breathing, I am bleeding,
Seeping life into dirt.
So don’t hesitate to wonder
If my afterlife will be a flight, return, or burn.
There is no being shrewd when approaching the otherside.
Don’t hesitate to wonder if I’m still alive.

If it were you, would you wait around dying for me?
Burning all your bridges, stranding yourself out at sea?
Oh, they won’t show you signs or entertain your plea,
Until your eyes can see all that mine see.

My old man, lover, turned into a monster.
His face, a father, grown out of me a martyr.
Catch the beams of light spinning out of each of your songs…
So what will you be now that I’m gone?

Your fingers-and the seaside-
Crawl through my veins and down my spine.
Fragments of your breath and tide-
Form the sum of my whole life…
And you have forced out every breath
From my own chest today.

Blinded by the beams and meaning of light that rage from your songs…
So who will you sing about now that I’m gone?
If it were you, could you wait around dying for me?
Fading until your eyes see what mine see?
It’s always been you, waiting around pining for me.
I wish that my eyes could see what you see.