The Past is Only the Future with the Lights On

Kelly,
Merry Christmas.
-Frank

I couldn't believe it. I was worried that he was going to tell me to F.O.D. or something, and it was a Christmas card, a lousy one, but a Christmas card none the less.

I folded the card back up and set it on my desk, then proceeding to pull out the CD from the case and load it into my CD player.

Turning the volume down in case my grandma were to come up and there was something bad on here, I plopped down onto my back on my bed - the same bed Frank had admitted to sleeping in. I closed my eyes and listened closely, just as an unfamiliar tone met my ears.

Too long in the same place
I'm sinking into this town.
I've charmed the same old snakes
I think we gotta get out
Before I break away from me
Cuz this place is my lobotomy.
Imagine we were dead
Counting all the things we never did.

I remember when you told me
I should live like I'm dying
And not to close my eyes
While everything burns.

What are we waiting for?
These years are dying slowly,
Today is still in front of us
And we're breaking out
Cuz today is now or never.

I can't contemplate the earth
All while my heads in the sand
Cuz I've been buried alive
So take my bleeding hands
And breathe life into me
Cuz right now I'm suffocating.
So imagine we were dead
Counting all the things we never did.

I remember when you told me
I should live like I'm dying
And not to close my eyes while
Everything burns.

What are we waiting for?
These years are dying slowly,
Today is still in front of us
And we're breaking out
Cuz today is now or never.

I don't want a life of agony
I wont be another tragedy
And close my eyes while everything burns.
And I won't pretend I don't exist
Invisible until I turn to dust,
Open your eyes we're still alive.

Standing still is criminal
And never lasts forever.
The safest place in life is now,
Today's the day we're breaking out..

I remember when you told me
I should live like I'm dying
And not to close my eyes
While everything burns.

What are we waiting for?
These years are dying slowly,
Today is still in front of us
And we're breaking out
Cuz today is now or never.

As the singers voice died out and the song turned instrumental, I realized that this was probably the song Frank wanted me to listen to about living in the moment that day we went shopping together before our "fight."

But I was still confused. Did this mean he wanted to be friends again? That he was actually missing me or something?

As the song came to an end, I rolled over on my stomach to push myself up and turn the radio off when the voice to greet my ears next stopped me.