in the wet grass out back we spread the sheet and with one last easy laugh the night released we breathed the dark the shaking stars the distant constant cars breathed the sweet air between us what was it like to be young strong stupid and drunk soft in the jagged night my open rosy throat dekeing secret knives now we close these petals to the oncoming ice and i m not coming out i m not coming out i m not coming out i m not coming out my love my love is dead i buried it in the falling leaves looking awful green in the whipping wind my love my love is dead i buried it and it s better hid all the shit we sling into the whipping wind my love my love is dead i buried it just an honest kid i always did everything they said my love my love is dead i buried it what a senseless thing this heart in shreds in the whipping wind 