Picture Of A Tree That Doesn't Look Okay

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 when 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 (But the dawn will fade)
Should I leave or try to beat this? (And our skin will flake away)

Where do the echoes from the echoes go?
Where does the water flow once it leaves our homes?

Live wires are like this
They hit the streets and form a beacon
It's a danger we've been warned
But we still stretch and try to reach them.

Watching our planet grow on screens
I spoke into the windowsill
And still forgot everything
And then it spoke back.

A thousand (I will stare)
Frozen trees (While you are growing)
But still there's (Come with me)
Something burning (To empty places)

They are filled with everything.

Where do the pieces of our dreams recede?
Into eyes shut that are opening.

I never have ever decided what to think (Whenever, if ever I get my life together)
Of all the years I spent in Connecticut (I'll apologize for all the things I should have said)
So beat on the bass drum, make all the spiders run (And on another day lost to the setting sun)
We threw rocks at the house and it looked back (I stare at the ceiling and it looks back)