*we All Love Murder Mysteries Poem by Christopher's Dead

There's a spot up on the tree where
Where we used to hang ourselves
How two lovers swing from monkey bars
Like grade school children
And the streets we used to drive down
Singing ‘cause it's bringing her down
Eyes far down the road
Too far to carry on a

Conversation words could never speak
Inspiration when our thoughts they didn't meet

There's a spot down behind the church where
Where I used to hurt myself
Emotionally, well physically
Speaking was it the worst thing you heard?
This manic mind can re-instilled in stress in time
Shut down in self-protection
To love or to be loved
This point of making a

Connection time it couldn't take
Relations blood proved it could break

We went to a matinee
A closed off place out by the train tracks
We went to a matinee together
But so alone