I. //wooden boys and cigarettes, inspired by the first track, Tokyo :D//
no lies makes it out alive
from the sighs of little wooden boys
they fall short, right under noses
of skeptics and their pessimistic wishes
that lads who scrape their knees cant rebuild themselves—
just enough, just the same
like love and hate.
So they fall back
to september autumns, running through dusk.
no two cigarettes are ever the same.
fresh youth, second-hand souls
those who wont burn for the glory
dies in its lows.
for skipping stones are not trivial for waters rivaled
and with each bit of neverland, is every dream crippled.
so looking back to the lakes now,
there are shadows i wished were never us
and bones i pray, were never dust.
So he falls back,
to grave like mattresses and swing-sets clad in rust.
there will always be a place for crows,
in the splinters of these shoulders
all hunched and burrowed,
all wretched and aching.
but if this is the only way to plunge in deep
underneath pillows of parents lying through their teeth
will i still be able to hold your hand and say
tomorrows are not how theyre drawn to be?
when over the precipice feels like home,
of starry eyed boys hidden in knights and castles.
run over the cycle they go
for blighted sunrises.
And they fall back again,
to all these love
for lifelines that dies when found.
And we fall back once more
to all this hate
for the boy i once said i owned.
- zi.