you got a train to the city and then a bus to the town
you wandering around, searching for me
found you inside of a church but praying to no one
you said you did it for fun, you knew it was absurd

we found a better place the only way we could
the only ones who would, you felt we'd ran away
i guess we sort of did, all the way to my room
and in it we'd entomb ourselves and never admit

we listened to we cool? on repeat
you heard the perfect sound you'd like to keep
in yr head for as long as you can

snuck out a window at night, met in the bar near the pier
you thought you'd never be free and almost proved yourself right
you leaving books everywhere but keeping some for yourself
putting them on yr shelf, you didn't seem to care

nutrition for the dead, something along those lines
i really don't know why, guess bodies need to be fed
to keep their skin looking nice, to make sure that they will grow
270 bones feeling cold as ice

we listened to i look like shit and sang along as if the words could fix what we'd already fucked up so bad

we got out, we found out, it wouldn't work for us as it had them
we'd try, and we'd fight it off
for a while, we were okay, until we realized our big mistake was not giving up

we listened to / i don't know why
it could have been but then it died
we almost made it