I watched the air collect before becoming you
And what was I to do
Oh what am I to do
Yes what am I to do
I saw the clouds come in
I saw their insides fall
I saw world go bright
And said I couldn't crawl
Through the places in between
The light and not
I grew accustomed
To the vacuum of your voice
And tried to build my thoughts
Into a temple all in reverence just for you
Which was something you never asked for
And something I still tend to do
And you withdrew
Yes what was I to do
You gathered friction
As a story in your hands
But all stories they need action
So many books demand
And I
I'm no author I'm no writer
That's for you
Still I collected all your pages
Looking for some scraps of truth and maybe signs
Outside the ones I couldn't stand
I got real manic sure let's say it
How I wanted to find safety in
Your little ways
And chase the lows
With you all day
But I watched you go from blue to black
Never becoming grey
Oh Cataclysm
Tattered remnant of my youth
Hail, If you're the god of thunder
Then your hammer's f*cking true
It caved me in and turned my body to a tomb
I saw the bits of fire smolder
And the smoke move off in plumes
As that lightning bolt
Ran through my chest
It lit me up
Left a ruined nest
Now all of the crows and mice
Will bring their borrowed things
Let's see what songs they sing