Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event

Standing on a bus-stop.

Feeling your head pop.

Out in the night,

in the kind of night,

where you want to be out on the street,

on the street;

crawling up the walls like a cat in heat.

And the air is thin,

and it blows through your skin,

and you feel like something is about to begin,

but you don’t know what,

and you don’t know when,

so you tear at your hair,

and you scratch at your skin.

You wanna run away,

run away,

just get on a fucking train and leave today.

And it doesn’t matter where you spend the night.

You just might end up somewhere in a fight,

in a fight.

Calling your room on a concrete shelf.

Fighting all alone with yourself,

with yourself,

and you just wanna feel like a coin that’s been tossed in a wishing well,

a wishing well,

a wishing well.

Well, you’re tossed in the air,

and you fell and you fell,

through the dark-blue waters where you cast your spell.

Like you were just a wish that could turn out well

So you stand on the corner where the angels sit,

and you think to yourself

“This is it, this is it,

this is all that I have.

All I can stand

is this air in my lungs

and this coin in my hand”

that you tossed in the air

and I fell, and I fell

all the way to the bottom of the well,

of the well,

like those soft little secrets that you tell,

that you tell,

to yourself when you think

no-one’s listening too well.

And the walls spin.

And you’re paper-thin.

From the haze of the smoke,

and the mess calling.

The threat of your brow

under unmade sheets,

in your ear with the noise

from the darkest streets.

We ran far and wide.

You screamed.

You cried.

You thought suicide

was an alibi.

But you were always a mess.

You were always aloof.

Yeah, it’s awful, I guess,

but it’s the awful truth.

There was truth from the first

to the last words that she read.

And she emerged from the dark

like a ghost in my head.

She said

“I haven’t forgot

any words that you said.

I just stare at the clocks,

and I cry in my sleep,

and I tear up your letters,

and I burn them in heaps,

and I gather the ashes,

in that hole in the ground,

where we fell”