he breathes in all the fun of gasoline
shrugs his shoulders to the west
tries to take this news the best he can
with her head under his hands
understand
it's not about what he thinks
breathe in smile eyelid blink

he used to wake up with a smile
she used to wake up
a golden structure worth a seventh look
a decoration in a comic book
she found small things beautiful
an icy crack on a window sill
a burnt feather as a lonely friend
in the end

an army of miniature birds
reside in my chest
they fly as best as they can
pressing feathers to flesh
and circle
and circle
with nothing to do
bu fly away
until i'm hollow just like you

a shaky stab at perfection
do you think she'll crumble fom here on in
she's got a backbone like a bicycle ring
her vertebrae rusted and thin

card dreams
i miss your egotistic teeth
trying to suck back all the sounds
you found you never need release
just don't move
can you feel me on your shoes
trying to prove
i'm closer than you think
breathe in smile

you press on with the game
bending if it's all the same to you
in the end, is there something i can send
to help you feel worse
cause you've got no idea
just how much this hurts

an orange street lights up the sky
and coffee stains run down her eyes
he sucks a punch into his guts
and coughs his feelings up

an army of miniature birds
reside in my chest
they fly as best as they can
pressing feathers to flesh
and circle
and circle
with nothing to do
bu fly as best as they can
until i'm hollow just like you