I want to know where youre going
On the way to the coffee shop
When your body drops, theres nothing left
I was told you were different
I was told you were done with this
I know old habits die hard but this is ridiculous
You stood there so scared you couldnt talk
Then took my hand and lead me around the block
And showed me what those boys have done

We used to skip class on thursdays
To take the bus into oceanside
Just to go the graveyard and smoke until we felt alive
And wed talk about dying - the release of our energy
Like a flower youve never touched
Like a painting youve never seen
And you admit that you used to be so scared of eternity
But that shore of timelessness is something you need to see
The more you talked about that endless coast
The less your words were timid when you spoke
And thats what scared me the most

We would speak in a whisper
And only talk when we needed to
And drink all the alcohol we found in the living room
You lied there so confident
With an aura around your soul
Youre the flower ive never touched
Youre the painting im looking for
I went to the old abandoned house
Where someone had told me they knocked it down
And i felt everything hit the ground


I want to know where youre going
On the way to the coffee shop
When your body drops, theres nothing left
Now youre the breeze in the summertime
Youre the footsteps in the snow
Youre the flower that i have lost
Youre the painting im looking for