mgmt
i love you too, death
Who is much more than a friend But never by my side? All beginnings are an end In the blackness there? s a light Maybe you will only read One or two letters at the most Shipping crates might line the streets Every stranger is a ghost Cashiers won? t deduct the pain Loneliness sleeps on the couch Only noticing the stain Once the color? s faded out Let? s go camping in the cold Make a fire, buy a tent Envision leather getting old Re-send pigeons that were sent Try to memorize your smell It reminds me of a field Crickets clearer than a bell Have all their guts recast in steel Birds don? t cry when echoes quit They trail off into the fog Autumn hurts far less than sticks Knowing winter? s five feet tall Generations of defeat All assuming you're the worst They never tied the cans To the back end of a hearse Take your hand against my own If there? s a finger I can grip Reassure me at the ace Mine? s a black heart you could flip I? ve come to terms with what I have What? s been given, what? s been asked Turn my back against the sea And beg the serpent for a dance But in the red dirt muddy towns Celebration of the dark Children walking hand in hand With the pygmies in zee park I can? t touch you only once You always leave me wanting more So keep my feet within the house And stick my toes just past the door Let me know when I? m in love Let me die when I? m in love