SkullMates

Dreaming that it's yesterday
Lifetime is a death away
Behind on sleep, the rest awaits
Vessel stench so temporary
I made it
Separated

I can see the future you and me
Oh, what a waste
Who was who, what inside me?
Decide when it's over so I'm in control
I guess I should've known

If I could, I'd run away
We entertain and decorate
But now our welcome's overstayed
And life is what you throw away cus
I made it
Separated

I can see the future you and me
Oh, what a waste
Who was enough? Wasn't me
I tried and I tried and I battled my soul
But I guess I should've known
We've known it all along
We all end up alone

I'll feel the rain...
And not know what is the rain
And I'll hear the breeze
And not know what is the breeze
I will behold the sky and not know what is the sky
Instead, I will hear the breeze
And think it is your last return to the hearth of my ear
And I will feel the rain and think that it is the pinprick of your kiss
And when the rain is tender, I will know something has softened you
And when it is violent, I will know something has shaken you
And in this newfound understanding
Without eyes, or ears, or hands, or even lips
Our bare bones will make love in the dirt, never knowing our nakedness
Imagine...
Imagine a rough wind, cursing through a calligraphy of weeds
In our disrepair, we have grown gardens of ourselves
Sprouts of curious grass shooting from our eye sockets
The love letters that spell IOU eternity

There will come a day
When the fear of death will be the favorite joke passed amongst courses
And they are already laughing