Orange sky
blue lungs
acid under my tongue
                                    
lets touch the moon until our lives are done
waves crashing over me
i wish i were the sea
waves crashing over me like i'm sad
lets turn purple into blue
take my hand

bones are creaking like the hinges of the doors
the red roses on the counter aren't blooming anymore
you cut the feathers off my wings
grim reaper pushing you on the swings
wish i could make you out of clay
i'm afraid your image in my mind might go away