Graveyards

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Graveyards

By Ryan Johnston

Walking around this town

Broken glass covering the streets

It’s the perfect depiction

Of this mess that’s tearing me

But, I need this cold air tonight

To freeze out what’s inside me

Yeah, I need this reflection

To see what I used to be

And this shadow follows so secretly

As I move underneath the trees

And I know that I’m meant to keep this

In the graveyard where I sleep

Moving forward so quick now

I feel so much is left behind

If things are looking up now

Why is there a limit to this sky?

I went down, and you didn't rise

And now there is no way to survive

And the walls that I remember

They were around, not in between us

You’ll say, they aren't really there

Everything is fine, just as clear as air

But I am broken now, 

From walking into them

And, I need this cold air, tonight

To preserve what’s left of me

And the words you spoke yesterday

Tell me I fucked things up, again

Burn myself again

I never seem to learn

Maybe if there was time

But we both know, I have to leave

Next time there is a fire

Throw in the last two years

Cast the ashes of you and me

And bury all this at sea

Filling the emptiness of space

With sand, from a Texas beach