Picture of a Tree That Doesn’t Look Okay The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die

Do you think the landlord’s pissed?
We left a car parked on the lawn again
He’s looking
The porch is still and empty
We wrote our friends’ names on the walls inside
They’re laughing
And we know that this isn’t home for long
The posters in your bedroom speak softly
They tell stories
So while the weather’s getting worse
We take shelter in these walls again
And tell stories

So where did you live, and what did you learn there?
We watch the fallen leaves turn to frozen trees
It’s been another year
Where do the echoes from, the echoes go?
Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes?

I’ve been searching for this
Something that I can run away with
(I know it gets harder everyday)
It’s a life changing decision
Should I leave or try to beat this?
(But the dawn will fade and our skin will flake away)