You still look like you, minus the fire
With your non-skid socks
Arms attached to barb wires

A robe drenched in dead skin
Eyes sunkin in
Slept for a year, but still tired

When you speak, it's eratic
Others hear it as static
I always know what you mean

You long to go home
Where you weren't so alone
But it's disappeared it would seem

For now, they still visit
But they'll drift and won't miss it
As it's all too depressing to see

You will disappear
No one gets better here
The next stop is eternity

Next to an old brown tree
Under a new pink sky
I found a younger version of me
The one who used to fly

Next to new concrete
Under an old pocked moon
I found an older version of me
The one who'll falter soon

Next to you right now
Under a peach fuzz sun
I found peace somehow
And for a moment didn't run

'Twas fireflies who lit the spark  
That slowly roasted Joan of Arc
Should I expect the same, my love
Will blazing blades reign from above
Or perhaps a different fate
Where Sunrise sparks incinerate
All that we promised to create
When moonlight splashes at our feet
Will you wade in shades of what could be
Would you promise at least that to me
Or is ash the only guarantee