You
don't visit, so I choke on the sun, and the days burn into the night.
You're one of the backs of my eyes, all the things I've never done.
She eats our sway, and from her own clothes line, like a row of captured ghosts.
Her golden cross is never much, but if they ever close, we'll go home.
Ships are launching from my chest, some have names, but most do not if you find one please.
Let me know what piece I've lost, fill all the scars from off my back. I don't need them anymore, you can throw them out.
Keep them in your mason jars, I've come home.
All my nightmares escaped my head, but the door please don't let them in.
We were never supposed to leave, now my head's gliding at the sea, and I don't know if I can.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
I feel my arms, I feel my arms, I send to my skin care.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.
You
