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Tropic of Cancer
I think I know my friends pretty damn well
Somebody please take me out of this hell
Sailing away past the Tropic of Cancer
I will not speak on the topic of cancer
The end is a lot closer than it seems to be
Time well spent in the presence of me
Fingertips reaching reacting to knowing
Holding your hand in the hot breeze blowing
I knew my friends pretty damn well
Days began sinking and not feeling well
Sailing towards the Tropic of Cancer
I will not speak on the topic of cancer
I wish I could in my heart shaped box
Protection from fear of hounds for the fox
Darkening sunsets sky appears bruising
Watching the end as physiology's losing
Paler and weak and in my own immaculate state
The end is closer than the dreams of my fate
Everyone else knows, why can't I too
I thought I knew my friends and what they all do
Blowing off course from the tropic of cancer
I will never speak on this topic of cancer
The sunshine is stinging from a rented bed
Lonesome, behind, too far to look ahead
Problems causing trouble for heated debating
Losing my chances too much now relating
It has began, Relativley small
Hitting me hard, the degenerative wall
Everything is looking the same, connected in trends
Eveyone should hear me once before this all ends
the sunlight burns
as the wind turns
please make it better
Taking me back to the tropic of cancers
Where everything is ending in sunsets and dancers
Red Sky in September I'll try to remember
Red Sky at the end I miss my best friend
On the topic of cancer I don't have the answer
Just questions and feelings I hide
hmm. this one is so interesting.. i wish i knew what was behind it b/c im a nosey little sister. but there is so much beauty in not knowing...