Electricity flows through your bottleglass veins And its luminous liquid lights up your remains And you're too lit to drive so you hand me the reins And our car is alive and to it we're just pains It must've been something we said.
Well we stayed out all night and we slept in all day And we vaporized people who got in our way And we rolled out our futures like snakes made of clay And I'd braid them together and they looked okay But you saw things differently.
Was it how much I cared or how little I said Or the length of my hair or the width of my bed Or the days I'd show up wearing nothing but red Was it really so easy to wish I was dead Or was it just something you ate?
And I found you years later beneath your old tree You were tied up and crying and drunk dialing me And I cut loose your bandages setting you free And I asked who you loved and you said it was me And a few minutes later we died. More from The Metasciences