For the promises I broke like trees.

The ink on this page is fading.
Though our souls are still bleeding.
These words won't last.

You don't know if you believe in god.
I don't know if I believe in words.

Montauk

Snow turns to rain, everyone
is laughing and dancing.

There is still dirt under my fingernails
from burying her.

You pulled me out onto the ice
and when I broke through,
you ran away.
did i do the same?

The fog stings my eyes.
The smoke burns in my lungs.
I'm smashing these records,
I am tearing the pages out of my books.
Later,
I'll crash my mothers car.
I will Burn my fathers house.

We are all going to hell,
so whats the bother anyway?