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