I want to know where you’re going
On the way to the coffee shop
When your body drops, there’s nothing left
I was told you were different
I was told you were done with this
I know old habits die hard but this is ridiculous
You stood there so scared you couldn’t talk
Then took my hand and lead me around the block
And showed me what those boys have done
We used to skip class on thursdays
To take the bus into oceanside
Just to go the graveyard and smoke until we felt alive
And we’d talk about dying - the release of our energy
Like a flower you’ve never touched
Like a painting you’ve never seen
And you admit that you used to be so scared of eternity
But that shore of timelessness is something you need to see
The more you talked about that endless coast
The less your words were timid when you spoke
And that’s what scared me the most
We would speak in a whisper
And only talk when we needed to
And drink all the alcohol we found in the living room
You lied there so confident
With an aura around your soul
You’re the flower i’ve never touched
You’re the painting i’m looking for
I went to the old abandoned house
Where someone had told me they knocked it down
And i felt everything hit the ground
I want to know where you’re going
On the way to the coffee shop
When your body drops, there’s nothing left
Now you’re the breeze in the summertime
You’re the footsteps in the snow
You’re the flower that i have lost
You’re the painting i’m looking for
