out the window i
heard the sound of the sun
and i lost myself to
all we tried to be
to recede into the sea
and open our eyes
on the coasts
and to not feel lost anymore
to stand firm like the roots of a tree
sleeping through everything
and these [bad word] go on
long after i'm gone
trying to make what we hold
and [bad word] out in song

i promised myself i wouldn't be

in the summer i
heard the leaves in the air
wave to all the, the things we tried to be
before we fell into the sea
and forgot all of our names that echo 

and these words go on
long after we're gone 

trying to paint what we see,
but [bad word] out all wrong

the meter of the song that i sing
loses time with the air that i breathe
through my lungs as the dust settles