+Airplanes and Dances+

Kill me if I'm wrong about this.
I've killed you because you taught me everything I know.
Everything I know about bullets and heartache.
You taught me what it's like to kill a friend,
and I hope that someday I find you,
Resiliant and floating facedown in a stream of fire.

Yeah I'm still here, and I'm not leaving tonight.
Not without a kiss goodbye and a string around my neck.
Till I see you on a cloudy summer day,
and I'll imagine her body was a temple in July.
A pupet on strings, a masquerade of dolls.

Clean out my bitter shelf of books and masks.
It' been, stacked up for weeks until nothing is left.
Everything is slowly changing. Stacking like egg crates.
Buildings are built on a scale and you don't have a cure,
for all the things that ail you on a thursday night.
Theres a false alarm every time you aproach,
cuz your body is trying to fight me, while your mind regrets you.

I hope that I'll see you, floating facedown in a stream of fire.
And we'll be holding hands with other people.
Wishing on airplanes and drinking cheap wine from paper cups.

Your body remains resiliant,
floating facedown in a stream of fire.
You can kill me if I'm wrong about any of this.