I hope I didn’t dream the biggest scar in your sky, like a tree that is dark and twisted and grows like my hair is a fist, and you pull me down from the clouds, and I’m sopping wet with all of my yesterdays, and you were never afraid of anything. The horizons are all blurred and I’m feeling like I have to go down, and down because eventually we’ll hit rock bottom, and eventually we’ll be broken, and I’m tired of waiting around for you. I’m tired of being brought down. Got a feeling in the veins. Pumping like a noose, and it’s nigh into the noon, oh so burnt. Yeah, it’s time to be married. It’s time to be buried. It’s time, and it’s all we’ve got.