the statues and concrete headstones
never taught you how to stop being alone,
even with so many real people standing around.
you're crossing the dotted yellow line
as the headlights are brightening up your eyes.
the time for hesitation and second thoughts is gone.
and there's only one way left to do this.
you're the spent wood's last ashes
near the bottom of the fire.
and every time i dive inside
your salty sea of misery,
you can't hide
the only thing keeping me alive.
just wish i could've been there to protect you
from everything that happened:
your daddy dying slowly
and your mama leaving faster.
but i know all the shit that broke you
is what keeps our bodies pressed together.
you said, "20 degrees this friday, but california's burning."
and there's only one way left to do this.
you're the spent wood's last ashes
near the bottom of the fire.
every time i dive inside
your salty sea of misery,
you can't hide
the only thing keeping me alive.