| All that you retrieve my prolong our reprieve | 
| But the of letting go still scares the shit out of me | 
| I’ll always hoard inconsequential things, I’m a glutton for the penance, | 
| I’ve retained all the apathy | 
| I covet nostalgia and the hurt it | 
| Brings | 
| Bring it back to me, just bring it back now | 
| So I’ve given small hours to soliloquy | 
| I can never seem to sleep, but only contemplate madly | 
| To antagonize that hurt in me | 
| Antagonize it all, and I start to crawl | 
| You have been my friend, through all of this, and to me that alone is a | 
| tremendous thing | 
| Hear our Indian summer sing | 
| We are incandescent on the eaves | 
| Has it been so long since that sweet chariot swung so ow overhead | 
| And took each of our breaths | 
| With no penance there’s no dept, I’d missed the teeth that fit my old wounds | 
| I know I need to let it go, I just can’t forget it, and I drowned in the | 
| amphetamine monsoon, some years had passed before I came to see, | 
| I was blinded by the lies, I just can’t forget it | 
| That those bite marks, they fit my own teeth, so what of my friend? | 
| Alone and confined to a hospital bed | 
| Reticent, sacrosanct, we will all go along, and if you leave us so, | 
| then you have done us so wrong | 
| Just keep on, I will edify, all who stuck by our side, faces illumined by a new, | 
| and surreal sunlight, death took precedence over faith in old dreams, | 
| the more I give away, the more delighted I became | 
| I will bring you light and I’ll endure the burn, unashamed, reach out ear me now | 
| Our voices ring out the same |