i lit the candles one by one
the memory it speaks in tongues
the voices in the wall said run
run run run run run run
i cried into the cards again
i held the water til the end
it always hurts to lose a friend
he was a wound i couldn’t tend
the rotting flowers in his eyes
fell to the ground and still they lie
we both know what it’s like to die
running from what he can’t hide
forgiveness lingers like a curse
i feel his thoughts in 7 hz
his magic touch became adverse
i watched his love leave in a hearse
he knows what he has done
he knows where i am from
he knows what i am capable of
run