since I’ve been away I wrote a novel in my head that hung a cliff high on the train wreck of secrets I’d spilt all over you its raining on my head sometimes I wish my head was dead but you don’t like it when I talk that way because death is something we don’t chose from everything id seen to all that drips from our machines may seem a little less unclean when they’re not dirty kill the time its a curse and worse than dividing lines nothing will be boring wait till I can stay so I wont ever keep you waiting cause right now I need to go away again one day when I get saved I’m gonna give back all I take and write down everything that I think with a big stick in the sand and fill up the whole beach now that I can see I will say anything I want I will do anything I please because its me and I forgot who I was from everything you read to all the gifts that you receive may seem a little less redeemed when they’re not broken it’s a curse and worse than dividing lines nothing will be boring wait till I can stay so I wont ever keep you waiting cause right now I need to go away again