These endless days are dark, and I cannot find my confidence.
I cannot find redemption for my lost and sacred innocence.
Today I am a day older, lusting after last night,
And all the rosy-red pleasures that kept my aging eyes bright.
I fight! And I struggle to stay humble and stay whole.
I walk beneath the stars and I guard my weary soul.
But I am slowly growing old, losing all to ticking time.
Slowly turning to a ghost who is composed of subtle crime.
And self-induced scars. I put my spirit up for sale.
I'm not a martyr, I just bartered it for pleasures that grew stale.
They pierce my hands like nails, which cannot write and will not hold
The horde of bodies I pretend to think will keep me from the cold.
I watch the world spin from sheets that suffocate me gravely.
Where is the black hair and bright eyes that could save me
From the savage winds that ravage and the hard truths and the harshest
Black days and black nights? Who will save me from the darkness?

I can't go home anymore. Oh, I just can't stand the sight
Of all the ghosts like me who release their finite life
To the jaws of ruthless clocks, which consume without apology
The luster of our limbs. Routine devours all of me.
Where is our salvation from the let-down of sub-quality
Mediocrity? Maybe it's found in the giddy blush
Of love and laughing mouths, but I'm afraid that this city's just
Citizens of Sisyphuses lifting limping wrists
And angry fists up to the emptiness of stones that don't roll,
And love that doesn't grow from misfit kisses / flaming edifices.
Blisses keep the veil down, keep us stranded to the ground.
I want to find the great escape for the people of my town,
But I fear that they will surely drown in the bitter day-to-day,
And all our eyes, like the skies, will surely turn to gray.
In this fucking desert, we'll be buried beneath a grassless grave.
But you, my yellow bird, are the one that I would save.

Oh, it's so hard for me to like myself, and maybe it's unfair
For me to put it all atop the shoulders meant for shampooed hair.
But babygirl, I'm scared. Could I just get your hand in mine
Then you and I could brave the harshest truth: the onslaught of time.
We will not live forever, but we could stand the storm together,
Backs against the blaze and the destruction of the weather.
Just stay with me a while, and we will smile with graying eyes
Atop collapsing grandeur and your reckless paradise
That we built to spill with listlessness. Drugs and drinks and kisses, it's
Just that I'd gladly ruin, with slow and steady viciousness,
My life with you. Subdue the hues of dark and dreary daylight
Living only by the night. Come drown with me in the divide.
I want to save you from that town! My dusty former home.
It will drown you down regardless. It will haunt your gorgeous bones.
The dirt will take hold – it will live within your skin!
Just come away with me and we'll escape our former sins.
Shed our skin and glow anew amidst the scary air we breathe.
I want to inhale your goodness, and love you so terribly.
And I need to be saved, too! I'm a phantom, I'm a shell –
And everyday I awake to drag my mind again through hell!
I want to dance in dried pools, I want to hear you read me poetry.
Relive all the gorgeous moments that will not let go of me.
Fistfuls of ecstasy. Low-grade smoke and pills.
You in your black dress. Oh! I want your petty thrills.
I want limbs intertwined while time passes outside windows.
We'll be safe from the world of the little screams and thin ghosts.
Please find me here in Hell amidst my vast and wasted health.
Please find me, please rescue me from myself!
And this sordid country will not take you from me, girl, I'll find some ways.
I will keep writing till you're inside of these dark and endless days.
You will not drown in the dust and the lust of stars above.
I'll find you, I'll rescue you from the light my love.