Evelyn

If I die of nostalgia you’ll be fine
Just sell my realizations
And go buy something nice
Until then we can start a cult
Paint crossbones underneath our skulls

But you keep planting flowers in the fireplace
You might be onto something
If it weren’t so cold these days
You’re just trying to be sensible
But the future’s hypothetical

I just wanna be part of your plan
For as long as I can
But it’s out of my hands

See I keep getting fevers in half my head
But you’ve got my attention
Or however much is left
Thanks for teaching me the easy way
That you don’t have to hate your pain

Kinda miss being part of your plan
Even if we crash land
Call me back if you can

If you’re willing to leave it to chance
I can be your point man
I can be your stagehand

Evelyn I wander past your house
Every couple weeks now
I've been starting to cut down
Still I'd like to see your face again
At least once more before we’re dead
Don’t know how that conversation ends
But at least the scars are permanent