What wild of ourselves we were
Aching, archiving, arriving at a precipice
With arms stretched out as if to reach
Walking through the broken streets
Counting cracks in the road, ambling aimless
We lived in the glory of gold branches in the backyard
Littering leaves along shortcuts which have been built over
All we wanted then was the streets and the sound of it
To hear mouths that sang full-throated and sunlit
Searching for some proof that you and I and all of us could be coherent
But still when you spoke, I heard gibberish
We spray-paint manuscripts onto the bricks
Catch our consciousness as it plays tricks on our sense of time
We rhyme and rue, what can we do
But rendezvous and follow through
Wrap the trees in swimming pool plastic lining
As if with trash we could make art to find our way in the dark
Leave our own little mark, so we'd be remembered
Or at least we'd kill time in our small town every night
While we dreamed of escape as if it was our birthright
Once I left I became transient, temporary
Cautiously curious, as was customary
Leaving blood in ballrooms, floor-sleeping
Forgetting medication after I felt his weight on me
Still loving everyone with all I could until I couldn't anymore
Mountains rising between us and tides pulled to the shore
Now I've become an island with words rattling around
And I still carry doubt from years of being unable to trust myself
How do you sleep knowing that the times we've had are gone for good?
There's no coming back, there's no coming
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I think people fear death because, um, like
As a society we try to, like, put, like, qualifiers on things
Like we wanna weigh everything and know everything
And we need, like, scientific proof of everything
And death is kind of like I don't know
It's cliche to say it, but it's the unknown, you know
You can't, kind of define it
And no one knows what happens after you die
I think that makes a lot of people nervous
Because a lot of us just want answers
And, you know, they're always talking about, like
How you have to take a leap of faith
'Cause I don't wanna, like, die and not be there
And, like, have no consciousness after that, it's just like
My body's dead so I'm over
I'd like to believe that there's a soul that goes on
But you don't know, you're taking that risk
And also, like, if you're fatalistic
And you think your days are numbered, it's kinda scary
You never know when you're actually gonna die
It could happen at any point
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I feel like I've been in this life forever
And like I've just arrived