Rest, pour into the concrete outlines of my concrete bed
And write me another song about narcoleptic nightmares
We’ll wash away the wasted world with chlorine screams
With the rose you left embedded in your chest, and there
We’ll crash all our pendulum promises into the pavement
Lingering shards on your lips, and lodged deep in my pen
I won’t stay in California and burn the palm trees with you
But I’ll bite down on the truth and listen to your halo again.