Thought Twelve

Children dance freely through graveyards
Strings of memories tied to my thumb
Broken branches and scratched stones
The storm never touched the ground
Blue skies with grey cloues
we all take ourselves too seriously

Your hands shiver and shake
Drop the flowers you brought for me
And turn away as the past brings back those memories
Your heart starts to beat again,
As your lungs swell and collapse

We all go back home...

Trying to sneak out the back door of life
I want to take you to the place no one else can find
Hold you in my arms, the hesitant memories of doubt
Swimming in the sea of depressing love songs
Dancing in a row of grey stones with a memory of all of this
Hesitate before you hate me, leave your own problems behind
I will try my best to love you, but would you even let me try?
Stay in the corner of every memory i have
A picture and the frame lay broken on the floor
We were so happy then, why cant it be the same?

We are all just trying to find our way home
Dancing our ways through graveyards