The Last Great Washington State

Never be sorry for the lack of response Your hand on my arm before we were lost The horizon just laughed to see us fall off Your face in a jar I constantly dropped You have him now but I'll have you later The phone is a gossip The clock is a murderer My time is her burden Your voice is his slumber How long have we been here? I can't quite remember my name I had you pegged as one who would throw me Away from your shoreline Into the galaxy Where moons are a fool Stars climb eternity Long after voids And handwritten destiny Long after voices return from the telephone Cut off from color And leave everyone you know They'll let you down I'll let you talk into the sky That he keeps turning off like a light Praises fall short from the hands of the choir Who all stand in judgment and funerals pyre Now that you're dead They wait for the symphonies Conductors retire to the bed of our sympathy Losing our minds on yesterday's tragedy Are you surprised they're singing in harmony? Flooding the hallways I notice the exit signs pointing the way out I knew they were onto us all along Your suitcase fits well in the room you are living in Quick to leave town Is it how you imagined it? Alone with your ghosts, and the question mark protagonist Leaving you in deserts in search of the answers To all of the questions that lead to more questions Afraid to stand up or lose your salvation Stop and rewind They all change the station The story hits home too close for their liking "Stick to the script where your lovers are dying" Bored and annoyed "You're not even trying to turn us on" And the building was on fire When I saw you step out Afraid of your ghosts, and highly in doubt When you knew all along Not even your cloud Would ever withstand the song from your mouth So they took all your scripts And the rain from your eyes They're cashing it in for the next passing ride To some other city you made up in your mind They missed when you died So they're hitting rewind What good is living if you can't write your ending? You're always in doubt of the truths you're defending Seeing yourself in others' ideas I'll write you from somewhere And call you from later on I'll need a good time You'll need a daydream Helplessly helpless "I am alive, can you hear me?" Sleeping in motion I love you, Washington State