Can you handle it,
the sugar filled veins,
the decreasing sunlight and chilled autumn rains?
Your hair has grown long,
and you've messed up.
I hope you're okay.
Can you believe it?
We've come this far,
Striped petti coats and run down cars.
We say goodbye,
run through the woods,
the neighbors are at it again.
You're a roller rink
and I'm spinning in circles around you
like spring night skies that stay blue.
This warmth, it misses you.
There's so many constants.
I wish you were constant, too.
On the way home,
we talked about how I hadn't changed
and how I'd said I would come back one day to stay.
Well I know, I know, I should be killed
but this silence, it's already killing me.
So when you said you'd follow me wherever I'd go,
well that scared the hell out of me.
I thought you should know
because why, oh, why would someone follow around a bag of bones?