It Took More Than A Heartbeat To Get Here

Pirates rings, Pirates bracelet, and a Minnie Mouse chocolate chip cookie start my day. Nosebleeds have me sleeping in fear. My kidneys, my lungs, my weakness, my secret. And this is my disclosure. Does heaven accept doctors notes. I think I may be skipping out.

Numb burnt days, or Numbered days? Pick your poison.

I have key chains and dreams. One a carriage to the other. I have been counting the days, but we all know that four tires just doesn't seem enough. Escape? Lose the question mark. Live for exclamation points.

Accusations cling to me with whispers.. "He has to be on something." Their skeptical judgments test me while I'm here. And when I'm laid to rest they will run one final test and find that they had it all wrong. I'd scream the truth at the top of my lungs if they wouldn't bottom out.

Dreaming of yellow lines in the middle. Trying to stay/keep up. When you accept your own death all fear is erased. You begin to realize that no one has ever truly known where they're going.

Press on the pedal and close your eyes and I'll be your passenger. Tonight the coast can be my cure. Lay with me in the sand and map out the stars. Watch as I spell out your name. Now it's your turn to write out something that you are convinced won't become another mistake.

Literally dying... to let it fade and fall into the sea. Start over. I would burn down the sky just to get this right. Tonight I'm sinking ships without you. The world is collapsing in your name and I'm still not even convinced that you have a clue.

Don't you get it babe... He writes about hearts because his has a beat that is fading.

The Bat is my flight from life, The Heart is my own, The Skull will be what's left of me. Bats and hearts forever. Please don't let them forget about me.