The Last Great Washington State

Never be sorry for the lack of response

Your hand on my arm before we were lost

The horizon just laughed to see us fall off

Your face in a jar I constantly dropped

You have him now but I'll have you later

The phone is a gossip

The clock is a murderer

My time is her burden

Your voice is his slumber

How long have we been here?

I can't quite remember my name

I had you pegged as one who would throw me

Away from your shoreline into the galaxy

Where moons are a fool, stars climb eternity

Long after voids and handwritten destiny

Long after voices return from the telephone

Cut off from color and leave everyone you know

They'll let you down

I'll let you talk into the sky

That he keeps turning off like a light

Praises fall short from the hands of the choir

Who all stand in judgement and funerals pyre

Now that you're dead they wait for the symphonies

Conductors retire to the bed of our sympathy

Losing our minds on yesterday's tragedy

Are you surprised they're singing in harmony?

Flooding the hallways

I notice the exit signs pointing the way out

I knew they were onto us along

Your suitcase fits well in the room you are living in

Quick to leave town

Is it how you imagined it?

Alone with your ghosts, and the question mark protagonist

Leaving you in deserts in search of the answers

To all of the questions that lead to more questions

Afraid to stand up or lose your salvation

Stop and rewind

They all change the station

The story hits home too close for their liking

"Stick to the script where your lovers are dying"

Bored and annoyed

"You're not even trying to turn us on"

And the building was on fire

When I saw you step out

Afraid of your ghosts, and highly in doubt

When you knew along

Not even your cloud

Would ever withstand the song from your mouth

So they took all your scripts

And the rain from your eyes

They're cashing it in for the next passing ride

To some other city you made up in your mind

They missed when you died

So they're hitting rewind

What good is living if you can't write your ending?

You're always in doubt of the truths you're defending

Seeing yourself in others' ideas

I'll write you from somewhere

And call you from later on

I'll need a good time

You'll need a daydream

Helplessly helpless

"I am alive, can you hear me?"

Sleeping in motion

I love you Washington State