To Finn, With Our Regrets - Dangers

To Finn, with our regrets

Don’t look now

No, don’t look back

A little fester, a little rot, and a grim souvenir post-dated from future haunts

Because we did

We once swam in the sea

It’s tough, I know, to believe

To conceive

But there were days we dove headfirst into waves

Days we let the sun melt the skin right from our face

Oh!

But now we’re dancing on graves

We’re dancing straight to hell

We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale

Days it seemed we were a bit more free to kiss with spit, to kiss goodbye what

remained of bees

When the edge between our winter and spring didn’t always slip right by so

seamlessly

But now we’re dancing on graves

We’re dancing straight to hell

We’re singing the songs that belong to a minor scale

But now we’re dancing on graves

We’re dancing straight to hell

We’re singing the songs that belong to regretful keys and minor scales

I remember the rain, and I remember the smell of the dirt, of the pavement,

whenever it once fell

Yeah, we once dove straight into the sea

Headfirst and headstrong and hopefully

Choking on oil

Awash in the sun

With ultraviolet skin and particulate lungs

Those were the days we lived in bliss

When the places we loved weren’t yet the places we missed

And we never cried

We felt no pain

And we danced all night under acid rain

And we never cried

We felt no pain

We doused your parents in that cheap champagne

And we went dancing on graves

We danced straight to hell

We went dancing on graves, for days, 'til we had danced ourselves into that soil

And the songs we all sang… And the toasts we raised…

As the sun set that day on our naiveté

As if the damage wasn’t already done

Like all that mattered was the truest love