the chores are done
the toys are all put away
you painted your life into a papery film
what’s left to say about it
it’s just what’s trapped in your head

you got me all wrong
can’t give me away
ripples in songs
I’ll take to my grave

we walk to our death
certain and pure
it’s less like a crash
and more like a break in the clouds
but don’t wait for the air to
reanimate you

don’t hold your breath
you’ll need it for that last spark
you’ll realize everything
and then it goes dark

you don’t get this again, so for once,
don’t look back

it’s a selfish appeal
to knowing that you’re still inside
of that one thing
that no one comes out of alive