Don't Go Gently

We were walking

Through a meadow so surreal

Not a power line in sight

No old secrets to reveal

Don’t go gently

Don’t you dare go without a fight

Wanna see you in my twenties

Wanna see you in the dying light

I know they say you

Play pretend until you’re dead

I’ve got this odd feeling

That if I

Make my bed in evidence

I won’t be truly living

Collecting dirt from every state

In jars beside your bed

Reading every article

But nothing grows in your head

Don’t go gently

Like the sparks on the 4th of July

I was sitting on your queen-sized bed

Fireworks in your eyes

We were walking

But I felt like running ‘til I don’t know the names of the streets

That reminds me of me

That kills the disease

Of a cog in the machine

That matters to me

That matters to me