does no one understand that elliott smith is just. SO GOOD.

what i used to be will pass away and then you'll see

that all i want now is happiness for you and me.

quick note : never ever make me think something like that. i couldn't bear it.

we surrendered

but they slaughtered us anyway

and we remembered how distant

the word yesterday

every word of despair and agony

rolled right off our tongues

but for recognition of yesterday

we found none.

i guess in a ghost town

you don't understand

that time passes

with each grain of sand.

we held no significance

to the time passed

we were only here and now

as hours of time elapsed.

everything felt as stuck

as the hooks in our hearts

and our immobility

is what set us apart.

we were not human

we were not man

we were just as disposable

as each grain of sand.

sitting in the hourglass

frozen as ice

no intent to escape

no move is precise.

or is it a snow globe

where we make our pretty war scene

the snow floating around us

to make us more beautiful than we seem.

the falling snow

burns like acid

in our wounds

but we are all quite passive.

we are the undead

we are the in between

we are the living ghosts

we are the unseen

we are the beheaded kings

we are the brothers of the dead

we are the angels without wings

we are the blood that isn't red.

we are the books without words

we are the waiting line

we are the skies without birds

we have stepped out of time.

we are the lost boys

and the lips unkissed

we are the counters of sand

and we do not exist.