The Dead from Overo by overo

Ink on the skin again
to remember
what you want to forget.
But they'll never breathe again
no matter how close you get.

I learned to live with panic
deep beneath my lungs.
Unfamiliar roadways connected me to
flatlined pulses and you.

Oh God,
the blood lines stretched for miles, but there was nothing I could do.
I waited for the song to end so I could finally scream
with my most desperate sound--this is our town.

Ink on the skin again
so I won’t forget.
Ink on the skin again.
We won't forget.

I learned to live with panic
deep beneath my lungs.
That night trauma gave me a home,
but I still lost a piece of my soul.

• Punk
• emo
• hardcore
• post-hardcore
• screamo
• Houston