Like the last fall when we tied ourselves to beds 
where we felt the need to crawl inside each others skin 

When the lamp collapsed and we felt the ends of earth 
the [bad word] from, the touch of our last instances 

So dear, I write this as a fading memory, 
the leaves are turning, 
orange, red, and brown 
like the skeleons they leave 
as they releave our eyes 
of any hope 
So collapse to the floor, 
i swear I did, as we misunderstood what our purposes were, 
or was 
I don’t know 

And what have I lost, 
just the anticipation of where I was suppose to be 
Should I have spoken your name a little louder? 

It pours out sweetly, from the tip of my tongue, 
yet so rough to the slightest touch 
And if I break apart my [bad word] to conform to your touch, 
like carefully plucking my teeth as if carrying me in seas 
to seek some [bad word]  of every picture we left, to the wave of your hand 

And it’s colder now then the day you begged me [bad word] home, 
everyone has to be alone 
and that is where I lay amoungst these bones 

Around the same stories ending 
where I’m fearing the worst and it’s helping me, well, not fear 
It’s that I hoped that I wasn’t lost in the sentence 
and you would always remember, 
my poorly written words 
as we sang in the basement 

Now you say that you miss me 
yet, you spend all your time 
finding the ones you love 

And that secret stays with us, 
and I’m all alone 
though I screamed it, I couldn’t say a [bad word] thing 

I never left it open, save the message, we’re shaking 
and I’m sorry if you missed it 

It was the skies and trees and the hope you placed in me, 
but these bones are just bones 
and I’m still shaking until I can’t anymore