I’m cutting through the playground

And the sentiment is cheesy

But it’s all shrunk

Since last I was here

This kid is staring at me

And I’m pretending not to notice

Let them contemplate a future

With a bit less fear

Spoilers getting heavy

Here give me your backpack

I’ll kick a path through snow

Just wear boots next time

The clouds are fucking massive

Was the sky always this gorgeous

I think I would have noticed

For all I climbed

no. 1

Don’t say you’d take a bullet for me

You won’t take a hike

Still in the dimmest light

My skin turns green

All that nasty business tore me

Open like the shrike

It will never be alright

But my hands are clean

no. 2

I trace my veins in green pen

and my voice goes all high-pitched when I laugh

I’ve got a rock in a sling

Old friend

Kill a thousand men

Kill your other half

You and I are a mismatched pair

I glitter like love

You’re full of air

I don’t want a mirror lined with lead

You fall from above

I cut my hair

no. 3

kill your parent’s child

there’s no light left in its eyes

then sketch out a new body

try some shapes on for size

how do you want your hair to frame your newborn face

add some shading for dimension

you’ve got plenty left to replace

we’ll burn those dead kids papers

write our new names in the ash

camera lenses play funny games

could be anyone in the flash

when you kill your parents child

you get to climb out of the grave

coffins crack like eggshells

and baby birds better misbehave