Xerxes - Suburban Asphalt lyrics

My bed hasn't seen me since the young summer sun watched our cruel blood drive ahead of us, with its hold on our wrists, cold steel and clenched. Two years of warm moons behind us, and I've made deep prints in the grey silt, standing south of the cold stream, bleeding wild, like the lonely weathered street that should have taken me. I won't believe I've slept because the bed I've kept is that driven pavement, droning lullabies that can't bring me back. And each solstice's sun another red reminder of the youth we should have had but gave away for the pain and the struggle of finding it on our own. And maybe the streets aren't paved anymore with the dying days of our childhood. I'll waste the sunlight tracing this pavement searching for an answer, for some feeling I almost knew. But there's no answer in the braille of worn asphalt. There's no response from the lines where our bones broke. With my ear to the floor, I'll listen for a heartbeat, but the only sound is wheels spinning free. Overturned, eyes closed, stained red, our home is dead.