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I painted a picture of a blue sky, our family (the way we were, before we died) I hung it in your bedroom, so that you won't forget: we used to be so happy, you used to be a kid. Before mom took emma, before dad “went away”... It's sad to think we had that, but worse to know it's gone.
From me to you, with sincerity, I won't ever leave. But i'm tired, i'm weak from the smeared ink of it all.
Black skies, I paint our funeral; we died 'cuz long term ain't meant to be. Our house is painted new colors, move on, forget the blood inside. I'm tired and I can't feel my heart. I'm dead and I can't paint blue skies. I hope you can remember the way it all used to be, I hope you remember how much she loved you.
Because I can't.

Я нарисовал на картине голубое небо и нашу семью.
(какими мы были до того, как умерли)

we're strangers! we're playing twenty questions, we're fucking, falling in love, we're fucking falling apart. soon we're just strangers with history.
i keep looking at the life around me, it's so full of you and it won't seem to leave me alone. i tried to run away, but you beat me to it. I can't keep pretending that you're still the same, i'm too anxious to exist but i must say, thanks for the last two years, I couldn't of asked for a better time. my only regret is that has to end, tears in my eyes, tears in my mouth. I've cried more than a man should, but i think that it's okay, forever's not something that we will ever have.
"suck it up baby boy"
no, i know, i'll be OK, give me a few months to forget your name. I never asked you to leave, but I've got my best friends and they're all i need.

let go, the night is infinite and we all make the same mistakes
where are you sleeping this weekend,
is there a chance you that you'll be too cold?
i have blankets and you know where they are
i'm getting sick, more snot f___ing dripping down my nose
less of your nose, more of my reflection
gloomy days spent sulking and summer nights forgotten,
we're "best friends"

What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the judge's voice is cold and clear, "no more family"
Buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, it's just a place I visit because "it'll do me good". When I grow up, I will thank you and Dad for this, but I won't pretend I forgive you when you say "sorry, kids"
What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the voice of Death is cold and clear, "no more family"
We'll be buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, the eulogy suggests that we once said "we could." Life is not about us, for you and Dad at least, so don't expect forgiveness when you say "we're sorry"
(We stand on our own, looking for a place to call our home)

What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the judge's voice is cold and clear, "no more family"
Buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, it's just a place I visit because "it'll do me good". When I grow up, I will thank you and Dad for this, but I won't pretend I forgive you when you say "sorry, kids"
What's the point in listening when your words are filled with lies, a spoken sense of burning down your bridges and your ties. Phone calls laced with memories of what will never be, the voice of Death is cold and clear, "no more family"
We'll be buried in a graveyard, next to my childhood, the eulogy suggests that we once said "we could." Life is not about us, for you and Dad at least, so don't expect forgiveness when you say "we're sorry"
(We stand on our own, looking for a place to call our home)

I look around at all my friends, the 1-2-3-4-5 dead ends, the kids I'll never see again, the kids who mean the most to me.
Staying up until the morning, in my kitchen swapping stories; memories I can't forget, no matter how the summer went.

We're here forever, and we'll die together.

If you plant a seed, it grows into a tree, and to us, to everyone, this never meant thing. I'm sorry Cameron, that she never meant a thing. This song's for you, wherever you might be, I pray that you stay golden and never come back home.

This song's for you, this song's for movin' on.

Воды древле, манием Божественным, во едино сонмище совокупивый и разделивый море Израильтеским людем, Сей Бог наш препрославлен есть. Тому Единому поим, яко прославися.