Bummer

If I grew my hair out again,
would I feel the same the way I did in 2010?
Because my hearts been absent.
I try to ignore the voice in my head
that tells me to give up and live with
the distances and differences.
Where the fuck are all my friends?
And where did they go when I needed them the most?
I watched them all sail from the shore; I sunk like a stone.
If we’re not both dead, would you bury me in your backyard
and hope that, the roots grow into something that will last
A lesson learned, to build or burn and find the ashes from your urn
spilled on your basement floor,
where we’d waste an eternity, but now its the place that we used to feel alive.
That part of us is gone, been compromised.
I’ve been left behind.
And if I grow old,
would I get to buy back all the time that I sold?
Or would I just stay hollow?
Cause the ones I love most are always dead ghosts,
I feel my fate, its getting close.
It calls my name, shakes my bones, says I’ll be dying all alone.
I’ll be dying all alone.
If we’re not both dead, would you bury me in your backyard
and hope that, the roots grow into something that will last
A lesson learned, to build or burn and find the ashes from your urn
spilled on your basement floor,
where we’d waste an eternity, but now its the place that we used to feel alive.
That part of us is gone, been compromised.
We used to feel alive, but now that part of us is gone, been left behind.