the maps are drawn

The maps are drawn
and I'm not looking back.
The smoke that's in my lungs,
the price I paid for an inch of slack.

As I'm leaving
I stop to face my past,
and a boy I knew so long ago
is hold out his hand.

He says "Don't you see?
It's just a bad dream
that you're having.
I know it feels like you weren't meant to be,
but you're on the verge of awaking."

"Maybe you're right", I say,
"maybe you're wrong.
But I don't have the time to wait.
Can't you see that I'm almost gone?"

But that boy just smiles on anyway,
like he's stronger than a hurricane,
and he says "Time it means nothing here.
No one dies or disappears."
And as he stops to catch his breath
his brows turn down, he starts again,
and he says "I know you lied.
But that doesn't mean you
deserve to die."

And he's saying "Don't you see?
It's just a bad dream
that you're having.
I know it feels like you weren't meant to be,
but you're on the verge of awaking."

But I'm not the boy I was back then.
I would go back, but I can't.

The stars aligned, spelled my demise.
The calendars are marked,
my journals are penned.
I left you once,
I'd do it again.
A dark shadow creeps
behind every wish.

But you look at me like you know me,
so I believe every word.
You look at me like you miss me,
so I believe every word.
You look at me like you love me,
so I believe every word that you're saying.

"Don't you see?
It's just a bad dream
that you're having.
I know it feels like you weren't meant to be,
but you're on the verge of awaking."