daydreams got the best of me again i saw my body lying in the waves tall light out in chesapeake today all the greens are turning into grey & i say... love me with my headphones on i can't come when i can hear you crying keep going going gone, we're going on gone i don't wanna live too long seems like every thing of beauty's dying keep going going gone, we're going on gone day drunk in st augustine again i'd trade my body to the wind this life will be the death of me someday but that ain't much of a thing to say anyway... will you love me with my headphones on i can't come if i can hear you crying keep going going gone, we're going on gone i don't wanna live too long seems like every thing of beauty's dying keep going going gone, we're going on gone love me with my headphones on don't nobody wanna hear me crying keep going going gone, we're going on gone i don't wanna live too long every summer now the sea keeps rising keep going going gone, we're going on gone

my blood burns like diet soda fizzing out on the ground i wish it was my name on the hospital door but that's not the kinda thing you can say out loud the bank's foreclosing on grandpa's house while a stroke peels the last bit of life from his brain so we go to florida, me & my dad to load up the car with anything worth saving a mug & a lamp & a childhood map my grandma is crying as we pull away then drive up the coast & halfway thru georgia i remember that i left the the home video tapes what will the bank do with the camcorder-caught childhood that ain't theirs someone in a tie will look at it, say it’s worthless then eat their dinner & say their prayers but the truth is–– the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure i wish i wrote landslide by fleetwood mac it scarcely left me with nothing to say all i got here is this army of questions leaving their bootprints all over my face like, which war machine will i vote for ? the one with the cross or the rainbow flag ? which phone made by slave labor will i use to call my manager & make sure i'm paid fair ? we're never paid fair… which killer cops will i pay with my taxes ? which prison will i pave riding the bus ? which drone bomb will kill which parent's child, while bearing the names of all of us ? & are there tides on our plastic island will it someday wash on our shores ? & when is it time to think about the sea ? when it's up to our necks, & not a moment before ? & you told me–– the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure the longer you stay pure, the harder it is to live two ben's left home in 2011 one went to harvard, one went to heaven first one got cold so he came inside second one stayed true to his hill & died i wanna throw my body into the river i wanna build my house on an acre of salt & hear no news, talk only religion & forget that i’m human whenever i want & i'll say–– the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure the longer you stay pure, the harder it is to live the longer you live, the harder it is to stay pure the longer you stay pure, the harder it is to live

That year was one long summer & we smoked it all away Our skin, it shone with color That the sun could never fade We snuck up on the roof & we danced along the curbs Strung out & drunk on youth Nothing ever hurt in–– Two... thousand thirteen Firing down the freeway, to see who we could be in Two... thousand thirteen The years are cracks in pavement, I’m falling in-between That night you laughed like a wedding & everybody heard the bells That moon was soft as bedding & in its light we saw ourselves I know that memory turns All the past into postcards But I swear we sang like truth Laying in the yard in–– Two... thousand thirteen Firing down the freeway, to see who we could be in Two... thousand thirteen The years are cracks in pavement, I’m falling in-between You dropped out of school I grew out my hair Is it just growing up Or did we leave ourselves there I still see those boys Swimming under that moon It was the summer you left My heart was splitting in–– Two... thousand thirteen Firing down the freeway, to see who we could be in Two... thousand thirteen The years are cracks in pavement, I’m falling in-between

We stopped and bought some mad dog off the highway near Savannah And I had never been so drunk before Seven naked bodies that the moonlight painted silver Skin that shone like surf along the shore I was on the verge of something, wild and riled and reeling We thought ourselves the first, the pioneers of every feeling The waves would rise and the laughter lines were fading from my hands Like scripture in the sand Another Boston spring, another pilgrimage to Florida I left all my sober thoughts at home You threw up in a wine glass at that party in Manhattan We never knew when it was time to go And whatever happened to whatever happens? The tidal wave came fast and I was a fist of paper napkins Standing over something I could scarcely understand Scripture in the sand You said it was my birthday when you got your diagnosis So you made up some reason not to call February second when I got you on the phone again I watched my breath while you explained it all And Tampa's 16 hours but I’m nowhere if not there And we drove to the beach the day the nurse cut off your hair And I thought maybe things are holier the less they can withstand Like scripture in the sand The day my youth ran out I was stirring pills in applesauce Coming up with questions for the nurse It's not as if I understand what it means to lose yourself But I can hold the tissues to the hurt I'm always back in Florida for some new god damned reason The place that cut you loose Shouldn't be the place that leaves you bleeding But high tide always scatters all the lives that we have planned They're scripture in the sand A slice of sky reflected in the dog bowl at the drug store I would also like to drink the sun It's hard to ask for what you want, to stand on that desire And wait there for a train that might not come After dark I painted your initials on the overpass But it got demolished, anybody could have told you that And what's left of our lives, what mark is left upon the land? We're scripture in the sand I'm a textbook picture of the need to make a meaning Out of every bird that flies away Nostalgia's more reflection of the present then the past I guess I just felt like feeling like shit today But I wanna go down like one of your old vinyl records So round that you can't see it turn and you don't know it's ending So close that till it's gone you barely knew that it began Like scripture in the sand