Chapter 13: The Hero Appears

the well went dry my blood thinned out i scrapped through a thousand layers of paint-like years the secret's in conjested grins sigh i'm trying to find places to breathe now and if this were a book i'd call this song the final chapter and if you read it you'd be laughin' if it could end right now the last lines would be my body jolted in and out of stolen soundwaves the world expands or shrinks on any given monday tuesday evening dyes a room blue friday's window has it's own view and if this were a book i'd call this song the final chapter and if you read it you'd be laughin' if it could end right now the last lines would be good friend how loud do you want life to shout her answers in your ear? she lights her streaming by on stiff necks connected prayers used to sign off things keep on counting them maybe hold your breath i'm trying to exhale you softly don't be so vein i'm not impressed in past-tense i don't do impressions the blood has dried (good friend, how loud do) now i can wash my hands with tears you cried (want life to shout her) if you could frame this feeling (good friend, how loud do) at night it would whisper to me good friend how loud do you want life to shout her answers in your ear? [2x]