He asks how the weather is where I’m at.
I tell him it’s cold here and he just laughs.
Because he knows what I mean.
And it’s 100 degrees from burning your letters,
And this town’s dead.
I’ve cut down the trees so you can’t write anymore.
But I remember what you said.
Keeps his loaded gun close to his bed,
One bullet for every thought in his head.
Each one like broken glass,
Fell in love with apathy,
It’ll never last.
I’m checking out the scene,
Where you killed all of our dreams,
Hold that thought.
I hope it keeps you warm at night.
I hope it fucking sets you on fire.
And whoever you’re burning with dies with you.
A nightlight for a beautiful liar.
Keeps his loaded gun close to his bed,
One bullet for every thought in his head.
Each one like broken glass,
Fell in love with apathy,
It’ll never last.
How’s it working out?
Was it everything you dreamed about?
I’m not coming home again.
So we can keep not making eye contact.
So I can keep my thoughts to myself.
Start caring less,
Finish the chapter and put it back on the shelf.
Keeps his loaded gun close to his bed,
One bullet for every thought in his head.
Each one like broken glass,
Fell in love with apathy,
It’ll never last.
Called you last night.
Held this disease up to the light.
I told you about him.
Said, “I think I’m a zombie”
Said “I think I’ve stopped breathing
I know I had a heart,
But I’m sure it’s done beating.
Keeps his loaded gun close to his bed,
One bullet for every thought in his head.
Each one like broken glass,
Fell in love with apathy,
It’ll never last.
How’s it working out?
Was it everything you dreamed about?
I’m not coming home again.
I’m burning all your letters.
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