Its like that movie.

I lost a hinge and you got lost.

I only told you in a dream didn't really think you'd listen.

Whistling past the graveyard autumn had her hands in pockets,

digging for lost treasure, casually giving back her sense of time.

Like the ending of that movie

rewound itself while we were sleeping.

I started peeling off the ceiling

I started to see through all these feelings.

And had you found me drifting off

my biggest fears fell off the dock

you were crying 

I was drowning.

You said you burned the film

for the time I could not believe you.

When we're buried in the yard

do you think anyone will have listened?

Killing time alone inside

a lonely apparition.

Your bare feet, an empty box,

and we're digging up decisions