Homicide at the Fountain of Youth

There's blood caked on the shoebox
Letters inside spell out words that start with a 13 year old heart
That a string of mishaps ripped apart
There's blood on crossed out mix tapes
Old songs whose meanings are crashing on the floor
Swallowing space like never before
This is like an after school special that skips like cat-scratched vinyl
Just as the dilemma threatens to die
These years have frozen it alive
There's blood stashed in my folks' garage
The letters folded like stars are sacred documents
Tributes to lost innocence
There's blood on the backs of pictures whose mouths have been glued shut
Whose eyes have lost their shine
I dedicate this tear to the hands of time
Our kisses slip through your fingers
Chalk outlines of lead singers
Even as I flee from the scene of the crime, these years have frozen it alive