To Finn, With Our Regrets

To Finn, with our regrets
Don't look now, no
No, don't look back
A little fester, a little rot
And a grim souvenir post-dated from future haunts

Because we did
We once swam in the sea
It's tough, I know, to believe
To conceive
But there were days we dove headfirst into waves
Days we let the sun melt the skin right from our face

Oh! But now we're dancing on graves
We're dancing straight to hell
We're singing the songs that belong to a minor scale

Days it seemed we were a bit more free
To kiss with spit, to kiss goodbye what remained of bees
When the edge between our winter and spring
Didn't always slip right by so seamlessly

But now we're dancing on graves
We're dancing straight to hell
We're singing the songs that belong to a minor scale

But now we're dancing on graves
We're dancing straight to hell
We're singing the songs that belong
To regretful keys and minor scales

I remember the rain
And I remember the smell
Of the dirt, of the pavement, whenever it once fell
Yeah, we once dove
Straight into the sea
Headfirst and headstrong and hopefully
Choking on oil
Awash in the sun
With ultraviolet skin and particulate lungs
Those were the days we lived in bliss
When the places we loved weren't yet the places we missed

And we never cried
We felt no pain
And we danced all night under acid rain
And we never cried
We felt no pain
We doused your parents in that cheap champagne

And we went dancing on graves
We danced straight to hell
We went dancing on graves, for days
'til we had danced ourselves into that soil

And the songs we all sang
And the toasts we raised
As the sun set that day on our naiveté
As if the damage wasn't already done
Like all that mattered was the truest, the truest love