Respects.

A violent dance.  
Top the flower hills you wait.  
A duet of books and empty coffee cups.  
It was never a bench for two.
Lovers squeeze and bend rules they should follow.  
 
The unoriginal fashion renegades of skulls and over the counter pills we borrowed.  
Yeah, I'm pretty shallow.  
 
Sea of grass, so bold and weak.  
Blossoms of death you hold dear,  
forget not yet and speak-  
"Holes are filled by the lost and make believe. I'm just here for the role of saying I might leave. Never for you to follow, that I do stay and pretend. Am I cold and that undeniably hollow?"  
Cliche.  
May as well be.  
An easy flow of words and your heart breaks.  
You're a lost cat.  
Maybe just a melancholic brat.  
Dappered up and putting on the mask.  
How was your lime light?  
Did you have a one of a kind show tonight?  
I see you're stuck here as well, not there or wondering the road as love has its affairs.  
 
Tell me you're free and ready on your way of forever candle lit operas.  
Couldn't be happier. Life far from casual disaster.  
Fork in the road.  
Lies turn up and show they follow,

straight  
down  
to  
the  
bone.  

Assurance through attraction leads you into the darkness I use to swallow.  
Welcome home honey,  
are you undeniably hollow?  
 
Shallow dreams are full liquor bottles. You're in love with the scene.  
Sons who fall for lost daughters, same as those who usually fall between lines of dread or late night cannon fodder.  
Goodbye little haunt, for spring we leave and ships sink.  
Edging toward the world we each hold onto.  
plain and narrow.  
We're rose ridden and undeniably hollow.  
I gave up the shine, rather breathe, than sit pretty and fucking follow.  
Try your luck, as well as goodluck.  
See you again when pages flow backwards, life and its typical shitty patterns.