Part 1.

He is a black hole

And you are his paradox

You suck and pull and warp into each other.

He is stardust that never made it to Earth

He could have been human

But it’s alright.

He’s alright with being a galaxy.

But enough on space because right now we have too much of it.

How much does distance hurt?

Distance hurts like a broken nose. Yes, it would take thirty eight days of walking to feel better.

But a month after the time of our lives, the cold creeps in

Through the windows.

And we sit just below them and we shiver and we stare and we wish, wish, wish, wish

For a Doctor

Cause Doc, there’s a hole where something was

Doc, there’s a hole where something was

Depression and December go hand in hand

And when we kick the bucket filled with last words

It overflows

Let it fill the space between us

2,789.6 miles of wishes

Too many feet to count

Across desert and forest

Fill it with inky black

Fix us with stars and moons

But we’re alright, Doc.

We’re alright with being planets.

Pt. 2

I can't be alone in the winter

He can't trust me

She can't trust me

(God knows they don't trust me)

Enough to let me be by myself for awhile

No one has things to do in the winter

And silence sneaks up

Like little kids with sock feet

Silence makes us do drastic things

I can't be alone in the winter

Because I'm not right in the mind

According to them,

I spend too long lingering in thoughts

It's not my fault

I can't be left alone in the winter

Silence is violent

Silence is violent

Silence is

The hardest enemy to beat

So if I don't like silence

Don't criticize me.

Pt. 3

Read this and weep

But keep one hand on the steering wheel,

Because we don't have time for a tragic accident.

Read this- your kingdom

Is gone.

But there's pieces of Rome floating around in our heads.

Pieces of Rome where you used to be.

Build us up at sunset

And break us down at dusk

Split lips bleed

Not the moon, nor the sun

Can save us now.

Pt. 4

Hey kid, it’s so cold

Lick your burnt lips and whisper

God, you’re such a riot

The deathstick between your fingers

Your skin is black with ink and

Insecurities

Hey Dad, don’t turn into a ghost

For me

Pt. 5

I’m alive because of you.

Don’t you get it?

I’d be crying in an alley

If you weren’t there

When the light faded.

I’d be curled in on myself.

I’d be shriveled.

I wouldn’t be human.

Thanks

Frankie.

Best Regrets from New York,

Kerosene Kid