Don’t be lonely, I do that every night
If you’re happy, I hope I’m in your smile
You close your eyes, to hide in the dark
But if you do that, do it with open arms
Life is dirty, and can get loud
Let it cross your mind, like a cold night park
Like A keystone to the light house spark
As a buoy in case you drift from open arms
Robbing graves, to find out who you are
Goodbye notes left on your smokes
Watching outlines of laughing summer tides
As their memories slip from open arms