The Skeleton With a Crown

Your Name Isn't There

You told me your name as you smiled at me by the railway

It seemed like a nice convienience that it was close to mine

The rails seemed softer that night with the moon glowing over them

The urge to shadow a nonexistent train fell strong in both of us but for vastly different reasons

Your name was never as close to mine as i thought it was

Your heart was never mine at all

The train seemed to get louder when the time came

You stepped on the tracks proudly to prove your innocence

The train would phase right through if you knew the truth

Your truth was the lie you told yourself

On the hill, I could hear the engine in the distance and the whistle blew one last time

The grass grew brighter but it still crunched as I walked

The final thing you told me was made into stone but the lie held strong

I saw the hill and the dirt and the rounded edges

The idea of truth behind your words

But your name wasnt there