----------------- NOTE ----------------- For the times when the light at the end of the tunnel gets closer. Made a custom model, and decided to test it out on this song. Went back and forth with the custom one and v5.5, so I don't know if it's noticeable or not, but hey, I think it feels less rigid than vanilla v5.5 at least. The original ending to this was so bleak, I decided to scrap it, even if i liked some of the prose. The sadistic bastard in me just want my narrators to suffer instinctually, I guess. I tend to forget that a (somewhat) happy ending is perfectly fine sometimes. I kinda liked how this little story ended up, actually. Oh and the video with the squirrel as a heart breaking out of a glass box is just one of those deranged ideas you get when you're sleep deprived at 4 AM, I suppose. Hope y'all get something out of it. <3 ------------------ LYRICS ------------------ wake me up when the grass is growing on the gravestone behind that house we used to drink in, let me- sit beneath the tree and let the rays hit the hair on the skin and, let me dream about the times when i could feel hope from within and, I, took a swig from a bottle of something cheap from overseas, as we sat down at the last minute of the sunset, and we held our fingers up to feel the breeze, oh i think i can feel again, my lungs, pushing me to breathe again, wait, don't, take, me, back, to, all, the, joy, that i, lack, if my, heart, doesn't, beat, (it can't attack) let me grovel on the gravel in the ditch beneath the hovel, with the salty water from my eyes making it impossible for anything to grow again. let me sink beneath the sand, and let the rocks into my glands, and let the cold corners of the darkness crush the veins in my hands. let the years pass by and let me wonder why I even bothered to breathe beneath the open sky, I, want to wiggle and shuffle, and jiggle and struggle, i want to tear all the pages out and make sure our history is muddled. oh i think i can feel again, my lungs, pushing me to breathe again, wait, don't, take, me, back, to, all, the, joy, that i, lack, if my, heart, doesn't, beat, (it can't attack) let me dance in the flames of the photos i left behind, as i had to move away from whatever it was i used to be. and let me rise up, even for a moment, just to take in all the scenery. (and let me) cry when only i can see it, (and let me) die if anyone else can feel it!! let me get back in your car for that hour long drive, and let me hold your hand again, so i can be happy to be alive. oh i think i can feel again!! my lungs, pushing me to breathe again!! wait, maybe, take, me, back! to, all, the, joy, that i, lacked! if my, heart, doesn't, beat, it can't attack!!
