Black as night.
I am black as night. Black as night. I am black as night. Black as the night with a little bit of moonlight. Black as the night with a little bit of moonlight moonlight moonlight this was the last song we made our song. You’ve got the keys but I’ll never keep my door locked. On repeat we had this song over and over and over and we fell asleep holding hands with this playing and I woke up and you had your shoes on so I took them off.
This was the last song we made ours. And even before you left I showed it to so many people and I made it other people’s song, too. In Aruba and Sweden and Florida and all around there are people listening to this song now because I told them; this is special. Listen. But now it’s special for very other reasons and I don’t know if anybody understands.
I think about the idea of you not being here anymore and it’s so fucking absurd. I can’t comprehend even a little bit of it. What does it mean? You’re dead? Dead? How do they mean dead? Dead like, none of us believe in the good things coming coming coming? Or dead like, it’s just a pause in our lives together? Or dead like we can’t listen to this song together anymore? Dead like - what? What the FUCK DOES IT MEAN? Even though I’ve held your clothes covered in dried blood and glass and I’ve sat with your urn and I’ve been through this story over and over and over none of this is believable. And it’s been one month and two days. One month and two days. I don’t understand any of it. It’s not reality. This song is though. It’s still on repeat. Do you hear it? Do you believe in the good things coming, coming, coming, coming? Who have I been who am I becoming, come in come in come in… Carry out my secrets in the music. I hear you. Dance now. Dance
Nahko and Medicine For The People, live on the streets of MD - black as night
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