i remember white pants and white shirts   poison ivy'd swollen eyes will try to keep us home   flowers in children's hands   released in graveyard sand   and 21 gun salutes   if you listen long enough   you will hear our hopes and fears   it will take a death to make this one live   we will lose our breath into    empty hearts and tragic first love stories   but the truth is a necessity in this case   and a stand from a weak man   this is where we witness scenes    landscapes inhabited by single solitary machines   this is where we place our feet   you take it all; this is where i am bound to be   and if you had let me carry you   like i had wanted to, i'd have dropped you too   legs arent fit to bear the weight of all of you   and i want to quit looking so hard for you   fresh face but the pace is nothing new   a five am phone call   it couldnt, it wouldnt hurt   i'm still waiting to breathe;   my side hurts and lines alone wont make things right   i didnt do anything   you didnt do anything with this privilege   (still trying to save ourselves)