Picture of a Tree That Doesn’t Look Okay

Do you think the landlord’s pissed?
We left a car parked on the lawn again
He’s looking
The porch is still and empty
We wrote our friends’ names on the walls inside
They’re laughing
And we know that this isn’t home for long
The posters in your bedroom speak softly
They tell stories
So while the weather’s getting worse
We take shelter in these walls again
And tell stories

So where did you live, and what did you learn there?
We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees
It’s been another year
Where do the echoes from, the echoes go?
Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes?

I’ve been searching for this
Something that I can run away with
(I know it gets harder everyday)
It’s a life changing decision
Should I leave or try to beat this?
(But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away)

Where do the echoes from, the echoes go?
Where does the water flow when it leaves our homes?

Live wires are like this
They hit the streets and form a beacon
It’s a danger, we’ve been warned
(But we still stretch and try to reach them)
Watching our planet grow on screens
I spoke into the window sill
And still forgot everything
That it spoke back

A thousand (I will stare)
Frozen trees (While you are growing)
But still there's (Come with me)
Something burning (To empty places)

They are filled with everything

Where do the pieces of our dreams recede?
Into eyes shut that are opening

I never have ever decided what to think of all the years I spent in Connecticut
(Whenever, if ever I get my life together
I’ll apologize for all the things I should have said)
So beat on the bass drum, make all the spiders run
We threw rocks at the house and it looked back
(And on another day lost to the setting sun
I stare at the ceiling and it looks back)