Epilogue Lyrics

Trapped in a raving colored August summer evening,

exchange the first kiss, gums are blistered, young and

teething, needing stratus' that left you crushed and

grieving to be friendship held, we'd cuddle on the

couch and intertwine our kitten tails, pail like cicada

shells, stuck to elm trunks puncturing my eyes that

swelled shut from the way you smelled, blowing my nose

with images of him, the life lines from his hands

imprinted in your skin, and I was calmly interwoven in

your silky spiderweb holding a bottle of emotions,

choking, magnolia's growing from my open gashes, pin

the pieces of my heart to my sleeve, broke the

fragments, the broken glass was swept away by the ocean

splash, we wrote and passed each other suicide notes in

class, such a deafening pulse, the sound, of you, with

him, cause it's the silence Beethoven heard from his

own keys, the sound I never hear within the beauty that

disowned me, and left me searching for a couch to sleep

on, spitting at the mirrors and barest face, you hum

the sound of each song, and that's the silence

Beethoven only heard, the beauty of a child needing to

be self assured, the rudest way to smile in the company

of fate, this bitch is too afraid to show her face, she

won't talk to me in secret, but how she talks to me in

sequence describes how the foxes spent the eclipse, she

told me her autonomy's a defense, astonishingly

frequencies were properly distinguished from my

convoluted weakness, until I started vomiting so sea

sick, asphyxiated by the leash I walk with her in deep

shit, I hum the moon like Sonata and she'll cheat

quick, I guess it's never safe to guard your garden

with a cheap fence, but don't you understand the things

I would'a done for you, I followed that sound and got

flipped upside down, it's like the mind's distorted,

I'm keeping my direction during seasonal depression

like a knight in shining torment, so understand the

things I would'a done for you, I followed that sound

and got beat into the ground, I'm a love sick idiot,

infected, itching to breathe, you're a genius with your

clit on your sleeve, before you filled my spur wounds

with your sex poison, before you turned me to an ex-

boyfriend, when you could still un-stitch my skin with

that stare, I prolly would'a cared, but I don't God

dammit, but I hear you're so happy now, I hear you're

so happy now with him, I hear you're so happy now

friend, this old heart will never love again