Staring at a trash can
Thinking about the things you've thrown away
You love our pretty planet
Yeah, but not enough to stay

No!
Please!
Don't go!

You always took care of your hands
How could you break them like you did?
Like a bug on a window
Is that what you wanted to be?
A moment's pause? (pause?)

All you see is madness
And nobody can show you the method

No please
Wait
No!

So I remember you in lyric
Recycled soul reborn as ink from a desperate pen
Is that what you wanted to be?
Just a topic of mine?
Oh, I dream of your soul
I wish you could know that we grew up so well
Oh, you didn't know
You didn't know that soon you'll be okay

(Echoing bellows, so slow like gallows)

Is that what you wanted to be?
A still life's pose?
A photograph?
A story told?
A friend I had?