I want to know which website taught you how to vanish

The clicks, the code, the step-by-step to silence

Jewelry box of hose clamps, your last adornment

I wore your metal rings like mourning medallions

And still I wonder—was it really easy

To unlearn breath, like some forgotten hymn?

And when you bought the gas, did they ask

What kind of party you were throwing?

(Party undone)

When will we run out of oxygen?

You ran out first, like some fallen star

You always wanted escape there was no cure

Even in death, you wanted to rise

Now you trail your feet in the clouds

While the earth so far fell away

(don’t look down)

I dove once, afraid of losing air I had

The ocean pressed me into signs for pain

Fingers spoke what mouths could never say

My lungs begged the surface for forgiveness

But yours oh yours yeah they just obeyed

Like gravity kissing a plastic crown

(All fall down / no sound)

And when you bought the gas, did they ask

What kind of party you were throwing?

(Party of one)

When will we run out of oxygen?

You ran out first, like some fallen star

You always wanted escape there was no cure

Even in death, you wanted to rise

Now you trail your feet in the clouds

While the earth so far fell away

(don’t look down)

They can’t see despair in autopsy ink

But I saw it, glowing red in the charged room

You on the carpet, starved of panic

Your breath still balanced against the atmosphere

Your skin pulled down by unseen moons

And moving on made you lighter than grief

(Heavier than light)

And when you bought the gas, did they ask

What kind of party you were throwing?

(Party of none)

When will we run out of oxygen?

You ran out first, like some fallen star

You always wanted escape there was no cure

Even in death, you wanted to rise

Now you trail your feet in the clouds

While the earth so far fell away

(don’t look)

Count two breaths to fade, seven minutes to dust

Subterranean wells sealed with forgetting

You let go of gravity, fed the stratosphere

Now you are orbit, echo, vacuum

There’s a phrase for what’s left:

Interstellar medium—the empty in between

I’ve read that what you've done does not act on the heart

So what stopped yours? What stopped yours?

One Titan fell, another rose

And all we have is what we lost

So I wear the rings, not knowing why—

Oh they shine, they seem to

I guess they gleam like you