Flowers raining on my head
Can you see them breathing?
The couch, the chair, the bed?
Rippling onto the floor, alive...
I'd tell you, laughter instead
There's no use in trying
This deafening silence
This hysterical tranquility
Can't you see we're dying?
I'd try and tell you, shudders instead
Listen to the sofa's purr
Black covers swallowing us whole
Stay alive, it's 11:45
Dozing as the patterns mate
No use in spilt milk anyways
I'd try and tell you, I wish you were here
But, you're gone now
Through mushroom clouds on a plane
We've jumped off these bridges
We've gone insane
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