Seesaws and Cocoons

I knew something was wrong when you sent that text message at 3 o' clock
Nothing good ever happens at 3
When it's so dark you can't see the hands of the clock tick, tick, ticking a middle finger to the holy
Trinity
Father, Son, and Holy Shit you're scaring me with all this talk of becoming a ghost
And you said I'm sorry I just don't know how much longer I can go on
With this static, with this butterfly beating in my ear like I'm the cocoon it could never break free from
This flaky husk flecked with dust that's settled before its time
Can't you see I'm obsolete
And my warranty has expired?
Stop talking like that!
Cause if you're obsolete
Then I'm selfish.
And if keeping you alive is my last desperate wish.
Then I'll flick a rusted penny made from your eyelid into a wishing well
and wish you well
and wish whatever hell you feel trapped in
would melt away
and that's all well and good
But this noose has already been tied
By hands other than mind
And knots tied by other hands
Can never be untied
So let me be the chair you stand on in your final moments
And I promise no matter how hard you kick I will not let you fall
I'll stand long enough for you to realize
That the scissors in your hand could cut the rope all along
It's ironic how scissors are like butterflies
Cutting their way through cocoons, cutting their way through a noose
A rope woven chrysalis you could only break free from by breaking your neck
Counting down the infinitesimal seconds from the slack of string to the crack of spine
Can't you see your life is just a parallel of mine?
A universe where we say goodbye for the last time?
I wish I could be there each time they fish you out of the bathtub.
Or pump your stomach of the cure you turned into poison.
When did living life become poison?
When did taking it become a cure?
When did living life become poison?
When did taking it become a cure?
And I wish I could Peter Pan away the age in your eyes that says
Your time has come
And remind you of childish things.
Of our seesaw.
The one you broke.
The one that screamed up and whispered down.
The one you rode backwards.
Riding a seesaw backwards makes it hard to see eye to eye.
So stop acting like you're so ready to go.
Stop being such an asshole.
So stay.
Please?
For me?