pyramid of cans

Ashes in the plant pots
The bottom of your glass
Choking on the phosphor
But that's not where we start

Acid stills the heart's rot
Something close to love
The oxeyes watch the stars fall
In Cassiobury Park

As we hold on to a plan
As our lips trace what we have

Skeletons in the grass
Grass-stains on a shirt
Wonder how I'm lasting?
Wonder if I'll start

He beckons out the numb
Gasping in the dirt
The world will still be laughing
While cider paints our heart

As we hold on to a plan
As our lips trace what we have
Take my trust and take my hand
And we'll bury ourselves
In a pyramid of cans

And we'll suffer but we choose
Underneath the discount booze
And we don't have to mean a thing
As the cold earth takes us in

As I split as I descend
I'll have nothing left to fear
I'll see you all over again
In a thousand years



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Writer(s): Chris Wilson
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