Far from where I was,
Creeping along your lungs like sulfur and flame;
Dancing on the papers of our lives
We beat ourselves tirelessly
West Branch;
Find the man and tell him what he needs to know
If you should ever find these sheets against your back,
Wind will turning all of your tears to black
Does he know how many people he kills?
As the barrel is smoking gray,
The city he faulted fell to the rains
Chasing the wind licks away our layers from following trains
By the time I got a chance to see him,
I was years too late and miles too far
And every time I looked for an angel,
I could only find your star
Grocery bags,
Plastic bottles filled
The serum handed to us to forget
But we were young then
West Branch,
Find the time to make out alive
Breathe in the fumes garages could never escape
I find you now just to fade away
By the time we finally made it you were already long gone
And we never knew his name