Ghosts & Bones

Sunset clause to the end,

With a written undertaking to kill all your friends,

Fever pitch synthesis, a smattering of sex as a weapon and trivial arguments.

So we dance in the fire at the end of the world with only eyes for each other, lovesick boys and girls, all depressed and alone with serotonin syndrome and on and on and on it goes.

Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain

Drowns the porch of broken homes

We’re all just ghosts and bones,

All that glitters isn’t gold

I guess we’ll have to go this one alone.

And on and on it goes.