When I was young I was invincible.
Falling off the park swing and getting a skinned...

Can you feel the fire that burns,
The flames reaching up high...

I can hear these blackbirds singing in my mind,
As I walk along the darkened sidewalk...

The breeze that twisted through
Empty branches of scathed trees...

You keep me on my hands and knees,
Crawling across this glass shard floor...

This might not make much sense to you,
It barely makes any sense in my head...

Upon my ears your breath lingered,
Adorned with words I've longed to hear...

And as the clock struck midnight,
I knew from the first chime...

He was my congenial aubade,
in the this ever dismal nighttide...

I died.
I know stories aren't supposed...

I wanna the be the girl,
That's sung about...

Eyes touch a solemn sky,
A subtle embrace...