I WISH WE WERE MAGIC,
SO WE WOULDN'T BE SO YOUNG AND TRAGIC
...
I was floating above my bed,
Like a body in a river, in car.
And the only sound in my head
was a dying cricket in a jar.
And I saw little beams of light
come into the bedroom,
from underneath the door.
And they crawled under my sheets,
and they came out of every single pore
...
I wont go whistling by your grave
If you don't go whistling in my mind
Welcome to a place where nightmares
Are the best part of my day
I'm buried in this house
I'll never leave this floor
A page full of je t'aime's for you
I know I should have said it more
dobrze było. (: