Screaming inside, you\'re picture-perfect tonight
Cutting your tongue on throttled rhymes
Alive like an immune system, depressive like black roses
I think you\'re like butternut squash
I think you\'re like the perfect taboo
Impaled on the truth, echoing like embers
White flies and aphids
Check out my dorsal view
I wear my sunglasses in the sun
I get drunk like a dead, romantic boy
Helpless in a dream
Creeping through the forest
I hear your words like a trunk call
On a trunk road, like a lonely song
Palliative in your bones, and I wonder
If you knew me in real life would you be my friend?
Would you tell me your secrets if I promise to keep them?
I\'ve been tending to the graveyard in my heart
And yes, it\'s true, I want to soothe all your aches
Cut from the roots of memories like crickets chirping
Cut from the roots of memoires like flutes playing
As the sky cools down and the horizon fades like a zine sticker
Burning dark in the field
Now I\'m alone in this cold room
Where I loved you and where I lost you.
If you knew me in real life would you be my friend?
Would you tell me your secrets if I promise to keep them?