All these songs are breaking my ribs
One
  By
    One
My heart is a  h u m m i n g b i r d
And my breathing is shallow
Look up to the ceiling
As I’m hoping my lungs are filling with blood
My
i
d
l
e
Fingers will do the Devils work
If I don’t occupy them
With weaving these knotted curls together
And lighting

everything

I can possibly smoke
on fire
‘everything is temporary’
Is the hardest pill to swallow