everybody dies. everybody cracks a smile sometimes
between our endless crimes & nothing ever feeling right,
everybody walks a slight crooked line.
everybody fights. everybody learns to hide in plain sight.
holding in the knife that's keeping us alive
when everyone's already meant to die,
just accept it, don't cry.
why waste time that you could spend standing out beneath the lights?
everybody dies, but not everybody gives unto others their whole life.
not everybody finds that far off peace of mind
made of every stitch of space and every thread of time.
everybody cries just like the one you love smiled
when they heard your voice for the first time
there's an empty lock in me and you'll always have the key,
i swear i always see you coming down the line,
but i'm not sure, i'm blind.
i've been eating, sleeping, drinking, thinking of you all the time.
& and i'm not sure what i'll find,
but i'll follow all these promises, i have faith in the signs.
everybody dies. i won't go out before i scream it aloud into the sky:
all that eats at me will forever ever be
just a bunch of pieces broken to arrange a better life.
everybody tries; everybody pushes till the day that they die,
& everybody dies,
pushing up against the night falling down so softly onto our eyes.