The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die - Picture Of a Tree That Doesn't Look Okay

Do you think the landlord’s pissed?
We left a car parked on the lawn again
He’s looking
The porch is still and empty
We wrote our friends names on the walls inside
They’re laughing

We know that this isn’t home for long
The posters in your bedroom speak softly
They tell stories
So while the weather’s getting worse
We take shelter in these walls again
And tell stories

So where did you live
And what did you learn there?
We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees
It’s been another year
Where do the echoes from the echoes go?
Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes

I’ve been searching for this, (I know it gets harder everyday. But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away.)
Something that I can run away with
It’s a life changing decision
Should I leave or try to beat this?
Where do the echoes from the echoes go?
Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes

Live wires are like this
They hit the streets and form a beacon
It’s a danger we’ve been warned
But we still stretch and try to reach them

Watching our planet grow on screens
I spoke into a window sill and
Still forgot everything and it spoke back
A thousand frozen trees (I will stare while you are growing. Come with me to empty places)
But still there’s something burning

They are filled with everything
Where do the pieces of our dreams recede?
Into eyes shut that are opening
I never have ever decided what to think of all the years I spent in connecticut
(Whenever, if ever I get my life together I'll apologize for all the things I should have said...)

(...And done. Inother day lost to the setting sun. I stare at the ceiling and it looks back.)
So beat on the bass drum
Make all the spiders run
We threw rocks at the house and it looked back