(I wish this was a story
About a boy
Whose body was found in somewhere
Deep, deep in the woods)
Come meet with me on the dark side of the moon
He cried, as the ship left the bay
Don’t ask me how to get there
Just pack your things
They leave tonight
I don’t know why I haven’t left the earth yet
It’s a spinning tomb, barren womb
I guess I miss the ocean
But that’s it
I’ll learn to forget
Oh it’s funny, to find a New York somewhere else
In the old clothes that you got me
Though I know that my new life is chasing after it
And that there’s no time for repairs
So will you come
Will you come
Will you come
Will you come
I don’t know how to reconcile with the truth or the shades of blue in the (?)
I left the body in the woods of my youth
I wrapped his head and chest in a simple white flag and left a cross to mark the earth
The greatest joy I ever felt was killing him
Killing him
But somewhere else, there’s another like him
And all the people I never want to see again
Oh, I’d sooner kill myself than to be someone else
But I don’t know where to put the grave/grief?
Oh, I knew his name
I knew his name
I knew his name
I knew his name
I knew his name
I knew his name
I knew his name
Oh, I knew his name
I knew his name