whiteness.

I wore this white dress for you.

I thought you might say that I looked pretty;

maybe you thought it.

I tried to make my eyes dazzle and my teeth

white to match.

It's the small things that make everything better, right?

When we sat down at that tiny round table,

I didn't mean to keep quiet.

I felt the eye beams of every person in that room

shooting at me.

That's what made me knock my glass over.

I didn't mean to spill the water onto the floor;

it was an accident, you see?

And while I was bustling to clear the mess,

blood appeared on that white dress,

and my hands started quivering.

I didn't mean to cut my hand;

it just happened.

I didn't mean to ruin everything.

These splotches weren't supposed to make such a scene.

I never wanted any of this, anything.

Maybe white isn't so great, after all.

Vesuvius

Vesuvius
I am here
You are all I have
Fire of fire
I'm insecure
For it is all
Been made to plan
Though I know
I will fail
I cannot
Be made to laugh
For in life
As in death
I'd rather be burned
Than be living in debt

Vesuvius
Are you a ghost
Or the symbols of light
Or a fantasy host?
In your breast
I carry the form
The heart of the Earth
And the weapons of warmth

Vesuvius
The tragic oath
For you have destroyed
With the elegant smoke
Oracle, I've fallen at last
But they were the feast
Of a permanent blast

Vesuvius
Oh, be kind
It hasn't occurred
No it hasn't been said
Sufjan, follow the path
It leads to an article of imminent death
Sufjan, follow your heart
Follow the flame
Or fall on the floor
Sufjan, the panic inside
The murdering ghost
That you cannot ignore

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the host

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the host

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor your host

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Vesuvius
Fire of fire
Follow me now
As I favor the ghost

Follow me now
Or follow down

Why does it have to be so hard?
Follow me now
Or follow me down

Why does it have to be so hard?
Follow me now
Or follow me down

Why does it have to be so hard?

Every dark corner.

It's a long, long life,

and today-- the longest day.

The sun drags in the sky and shines in

every dark corner.

I think of dying often;

how and when.

Every time I get behind the wheel

I hyperventilate, thinking:

"Oh god, oh god--

this is it."

I passed an automobile ablaze,

in between two trees,, on the side of the road;

and all I could do was stare from stunned eyes.

In that stilled breath, I passed a life, a body, that had passed only

moments before.

Instead of playing in sandboxes, I saw dead people.

Coffins were like full moons to me.

But this is a beer.

And that is a bed.

So take your pick.