Oh well, who was I

Who was I to watch you wilt?

You ain't gotta tell me what it means

Trace the outlines of your dreams.

You'll always be a flower on my skin

And the pain that I am in

It's all the same

The losing touch, the waiting game

Across that county line

I promise to be there this time

Alright?

You were a work of art

That's the hardest part.

Howling like dogs in the light of the moon

Holding our breath after 132

You asked me why I wasn't saying a word

I'm naming the stars in the sky after you.

It was a work of art

That's the hardest part.

To spiral out

To try and float

To see a friend

To see a ghost.

Bitter-brained

Always drunk

Rail-thin

Zoloft.

Subtle change

Shorter days

Dead-eyed

Dead weight.

Your life

Your dreams

Your mind

Your needs

My needs.

Your needs

My needs.

To spiral out

To try and float

To see a friend

To see a ghost.

To see a ghost

To see a ghost

To see a ghost.