wish you could say hi but all you hear are dead goodbyes
youd like to stay in contact but its hard when you dont try
youd like to tell her more but your tongue is just too tied
so let it wash away, forget you lived and try to die.

on a dry patch of road
where a dusty skeleton lies
stranded in life and death
with no sign of how he died

a worn out dirty diary
thumbing through the pages
a phantom date on every entry
the words appear as ageless

the only eyes to see these words
save the ones that seem closed now for all time
an arson in this dead mans life
and youll soon pay for your crime

but theres nothing in this stupid book
and you throw it in a haste
run away from this empty vessel
a life he had to waste