I've gorged my insides outside
Stuffed them full of tryptophan and solidarity in this plague
Dripped acid on my laced lungs
To hold some type of shape to their lackluster position
Stitch my teeth on paper airplanes
Promise your little girl you'll send her to the moon
The sky
The stars
The dentist to fix her broken teeth
To tape kisses on her open wounds
It was never enough to wake me when you left
Because I was right
And we were all falling down
As our youth was shot up
Fill my bones with your time, let these clocks rip my eyelids off
So all I can see is you walking away
Wearing my last love letter on your palms
Go, fly, be on the moon
I'll meet you there in a few

I tore my palms on floors painted in tiles
Tea time above my throat
Kiss my ears, until I cry high noon
Welcome to the middle of the week

Oh dear god
Please let this pillow vanquish my sins
Set fire to my troubles
Let me fall under

I've always felt a strong pulling towards the earth in my palms
Something beautiful about dirt filling the cracks left gaping
Band aid measure of a tired fault
The sun burns holes in my paper skin
Leaving behind a ransome note for my spite
Little days find longer months
Bringing telephone heartbreak to the girl made of angles
She pulls the mud over her eyes
Bringing warmth to a time of no sunshine
No time to sit, she sleeps under her old grave

I've built these four walls
Palms bloodied in a titanium sentiment
Teeth broken under bottle necked business
The scars draw pictures of the stars
Plastered tears on the wall and called it paint
Leave your scewed values at the door
We can wipe our feet on the hipocrisy and call it a welcome mat
Welcome home darling

These four walls can hold more than your last sip
Structure built from our bridges off of last years ledge
No chance for broken peices to carve our faces on in the night
Welcome home darling

Let's write a book together
Stitch outselves up right in between a Sunday morning and a wispered connection
Bind our thoughts and words together
Keep them tough in leach blank ink
We'll put ourselves on coffee tables, for others to read
Laugh jolly fables at our friends
Because when we kissed, we wrote the sweetest poetry

Weren't we just the most beautifully ****** up creatures?
Living under the impressing of distopian reality
Kissing necks & sleeping in the stars
The care of no real tangible fault with the lust of a child
Impulse and rage, sat like birds on our tongues
Leaning in to wisper secrets of a secret society
One we had built through tiers on ocean front properties
No language of change, filled with a brief affair
Living on this off topic planet
A non sequitur palace in our dreams
Weren't we just the most beautifully ****** up creatures?
I wouldnt give a minute of it up for the world