It is (You're leaving!)

The sky is crying tears,
And my eyes the rain,
Food is sweet
Choking my throat
It tastes like your leaving
And I dont want it anymore
I can hear the grass grow
And see the words
Behind a picket fence
Trapped
Im a bubble floating
Free upon the breeze
And inch by inch
Youre on a conveyor belt
Fading
Towards the exit sign
But its on fire
And the match apparates
To my laughing hand

I laugh because its stops me crying
Maniacal
But not as bad as the combination
Zero, zero, zero,
Change is an offence
And pop
The bubble bursts
And leaves arent leaves
Aspirated the secrets
Last time
Last time
The thought running
Skipping through the plains
Of my fishbowl mind
Paranormal, the good times
Enjoying the disregard
Toss,

Toss truths and sentences
To the seagulls
As im enslaved
It cant be
It cant be
And yet

It is.