ashes away

wait! won't you stop running? i've been smoking all too much

taste the blood pool in my mouth as i try to catch up

fade; my head floats wildly as everything starts to rust

take a breath and choke upon this wandering wanderlust

the can collectors seem to know us better when we're

singing about those days

and i can't remember where i found your letters but they're

drifting as ashes away

grace

push every ounce of your air into my dead lungs

tear me from the hell to which i could never succumb

wail with all your might on my bones to sober me up

stare directly in to that burning ossington sun

pull out my heart just for

the can collectors seem to know us better when we're

singing about those days

and i can't remember where i found your letters but they're

drifting as ashes away

away

the can collectors seem to know us better when we're

singing about those days

and i can't remember where i found your letters but they're

drifting as ashes away