leaning against a parked car   I'll wait here for the dark   I want the waves to roll in   and everything else to be perfectly still      I just want an overlooked mistake   through wich I could escape   soon we're all rationalized/trivialized   out of our own little lives, it's not even sad      and I can't articulate   what I gave up and what came instead   so why mention   the gravity of guilt   or the magnitude of love's intrusion      feels good to be here feels more real to me   to never invite sympathy   I want the sky to swarm with stars   to walk quiet and harsh   among us all      and I've already said   how I lost my way and fled   so why mention   the gravity of what   I've spilt and every final solution      they can't reach me anymore they   can't reach but something did