Oregon Coast Burial

The sky had burst apart
And shattered the dark
As lightning flashed
Through your windswept apartment
And I saw you
As a Rembrant hanging on a museum wall

We listen to the rain
Tap out the words to a song you sang
When you used to get so wasted
And put your fist through the windowpane
Devastated that you can't seem to shake it

But you want to
I know that you do
Yet the bottom of the glass
Keeps following you
And if you're slurring your speech
Then I know that it's true
When you tell me
Hell is a real thing

Sleepwalking, woke up
At your place along the Oregon shore
In 2004, looking for
Maybe a blackened bleeding liver
Buried under the floor
Couldn't save you
But I coulda done more

Under the moon on the beachside, tipsy
The cold of the surf through your feet
As you're dancing

Well that's a wonderful memory
So who gives a fuck we were drinking
I'd trade this sobriety
To lie in the sand in the evening
Cast into the stories you'd tell me
Around the bonfire

And though the phone was dead
The dial code read 666
I found you
I- I heard your voice saying
"Come back to me
I'm all you could need
And we will burn
Like we never made it past 23"