Again, itching to stop your eyes from bleeding
I catch every drop before it hits the floor
I can't bare to watch this sadness I'm seeing
Finger off the trigger just to save a life once more
It's not yours or his
Who's to say I'm not doing this for me?
Letting go of the idea I once again have to dismiss
Being as strong as you wanted me to be
But Darling I'm wasting away
Detaching myself from reality
My stomach is weak from what I have to say
My eyes are blind from this casualty
In front of me, on the bedroom ceiling
A boy, uncertain if he were to bleed or to choke
To die afloat on the waves
He once loved with tenderness and hope
Has he made a home in the stars
As he has wished for when he ran across that field?
When he smiled at the sky
Just to have a taste of their brightness
Did he paint his wrist with things he feared?
Just to show them what he saw
For he spoke only for the intent of happiness
His lungs were weak and his scream was raw
Or was he simply burned by the eyes
That engulfed the sun?
Feasted by the lips that drank his breath?
Suffocated by the tangles of beauty?
So in his dreams, he remained the only one
