'Bout how all the shadows played

Maven wrapped his fingers around his collar, loosening it nervously. His fingers twitched nervously as he ponders his future as king.

A game on my soul

His mother is copy and pasting his emotions as she rubs a hand through his hair, hoping the best for her son.

There's so many emotions of my mind 

So complicated with so little time to explain

With a small smile, you lay in bed, thinking about holding Maven one last time. In your pocket is polaroid picture of you two happy together. In your mind is his sweet smile. Sadly, tomorrow won't be yesterday. Today won't exist anymore once you fall asleep. Nothing will.

Oh do somethin' different be true 

And be somethin' better than you

Every future you get is picked out, weaved together like flowers as they get handed to you by the person you love. Your life is held in his hands. He can choose whether to let it burn or hold it close. His mother can also choose if she didn't like his decision.

All I'm trying to say 

Is don't be you yesterday

Whenever Maven takes a step closer to his despair you're always there to grab his sleeve, pull him back from his own madness. You're his medicine, the love he always needed. Every part of his heart that continues getting broken into pieces is always glued back together by your perfect fingers.

So life goes not how you want it now

Elara moves her fingers; moves the fate of your life. Elara does it with little to no emotion. Elara does it perfectly.

Like how come the Hero had to lose

You close your eyes, laying your head on your pillow. Tomorrow won't be yesterday. The flowers beg you not to sleep. The bugs beg you not to sleep. The trees beg you not to sleep. Your mind begs you to sleep.

To hold on tight or just act fine

 Eventually, you let loose. You get tired of holding onto your lifeline as tightly as you can. You loosen up, slipping. You sleep.

All the things that you've been 

You don't have to be

Maven leans his head back, breathing the air. Something is absent, something is slipping out the windows with the wind. He can feel it. He can feel it grab onto him. He can feel it grabbing onto his sleeve, wanting to drag him away from the madness. He can feel it touching his heart, making it beat for a little bit longer.

don't be you yesterday

The clock hits twelve. Elara watches the clock. You breathe, and then you don't.