The aftermath of going out in space

It was a summer the mighty could never forgive

When boy met her, she broke old words

Words that didn't mean anything to anyone but him

Abstract in nature, deadly when she's wrapped in sables

Gentle by character but player by haters, dressed up in leather pretty hair

Rare, he lived his entire life in despair

She worked only to close the door to his heart

All he only wanted is for his name to be Oliver Hart

Hello Arctic Breath,

Brake off the chain of thousand feet that holds it together

A fifteen year friendship at its end

But he can never get over it so he spends the next four years alone shelled off from the cold world

He comes back apathetic

More aesthetically pleasing, shredded and cut confident

She got was she wanted, The heart hardened

His art sharpened, playing darkened

Caught off guard by the pure innocence of art girl

 

She followed the sacred lone acts of dying

He spent many years alone by himself crying

Emotionally placed in winter, sinner by line

No one is really kind

She followed the sacred lone acts of dying

He spent many years alone by himself crying

Emotionally placed by sinner, we have already died

No one is really kind

 

Innocent by her appearance, abstracted in interests

Focused in her life called college

Altruistic, Pretty and short, she loved her long red hair

Fours years earlier she broke up bitter with her best friend

The fights caused too much stress on her she played pretend

Her heart bends, plagued by demons and her sole regret

Now she spends all her time with her books closed in from others

An idiot savant, she knows nothing else but lost lovers

Her books remind her of everything she shared in numbers

Romance and cigarettes, colors and else

She learned that she can't always run from herself

Now all she wants to do is to give his dead ache heart back

Who would've of thought she could hold so many stories that secrets won't tell

After all of that her mind is trapped in her guilty cell

And why? She won't escape because no one taught her how

She will never learn until time's hand decide to wine back on her love

Until then she's alone covered by dust

So everyone thinks she has never been actually touched

Cloaked by that innocence that was created after she lost her trust

Her name is April may June, forever a bliss

The girl that played it, the girl that hated and the girl who she missed

 

She followed the sacred lone acts of dying

He spent many years alone by himself crying

Emotionally placed in winter, sinner by line

No one is really kind

She followed the sacred lone acts of dying

He spent many years alone by himself crying

Emotionally placed by sinner, we have already died

No one is really kind

 

And I watched them meet, like I said it was summer

He walked in shirtless expecting her to fall to mess

She played it cool but inside she was a ghoul

And I watched them talk and flirt, boy met his match

They laughed, she saw right through and knew he was just her perfect ripe catch

She was an art girl, talked to him about detective comics

Yes he was a pretty boy braking her promise

Everything went full circle all learned from their past lovers

This time they loved each other beautifully

As if their past hellish four years never happened

They hold each other heart to heart so nothing else can tare them apart

 

She followed the sacred lone acts of dying

He spent many years alone by himself crying

Emotionally placed in winter, sinner by line

No one is really kind

She followed the sacred lone acts of dying

He spent many years alone by himself crying

Emotionally placed by sinner, we have already died

No one is really kind

 

There's so much to experience holding hands side to side

There's so much to experience holding hands side to side