We Were Skeletons - Organs lyrics

They say This cancer spreads Through Through my mind Everywhere Each and every My lungs are filled with ghosts of every single last f**ing memory Spinning, spitting through organs decaying, the demons feed off We ripped open our torsos and laid our organs on the canvas. Dripping wet with blood, we let it hang in every museum in the country, So everyone will know what it meant to us, what all of this has meant to us And if we choose To forget Every moment Of your d**h, I can't disagree that Its for the very best As thoughts of losing you Bring me to my knees, And bent, and vomiting. My friend, he is a ghost All of my friends, they are ghosts Please make sure to Make him mine again All my friends say that there's always an end But I'm too scared to accept their sad prayers I forgot to Nurture this Now I can't get This stench off my clothes Of guilt and loss And to think I never said I love you And we'll think. and we'll think. It tears this heart apart The responsibility of abject absurdity and hopelessness Of life, of humanity, and of existence. This is to all the kids who live like ghosts That go on and on w/o meaning and will keep on living Or not, with no answers "I exist, that is all, and I am nauseated" This cancer spreads through my mind Consuming thought I have Every breath I take is stale d**h Suddenly I became verbose, rambling As we drove in an ambulance Listening to the sound of the red lights bleeding And I said there was something in my eye as I left the room 'Cause I couldn't stand to see you in that bed Paler than the white flowers surrounding your head And you looked so weak Close the coffin before I jump in and make him mine again Words are just words are words You're only talking, you're not making sense Oh my god I can't think, I can't move As I listen to the words in my head screaming out clearly That you are still dead I'll want to see you again, but I can't Because you are swimming in the dirt Easily persuaded, yet stiff on what you do You are an empty suit full of old and washed out memories And a pile of things that are black God I miss you I miss you