o, how my heart can fly when your smile has good intentions
and "hi" can mean the world to me
i know singing makes you shy when it's in front of me and my friends
but your singing means the world to me
how i tried to keep my cool when we disappointed you
you waxen wing, you foolish thing
and o, how i can still taste your tongue tied stare upon my face
you dirty look, you burning bush
so here i sit, come to rest some weight upon your little chest
you free-for-all, you wrecking ball
so here i stand, next to your bed, to lay waste to your healthy head
you spiderweb, you dance of death
you could even be so cold and leave me wondering where you've gone
you prickly frost, you courage lost
you could even be so mad you'd shake me by the shoulders screaming
you coward, you hummingbird
I screamed out how'd it get this bad? And the thunder answered back if you know not what you lack then you must unturn your back Your inside is overcast you are tethered to your past and it must feel like fucking hell to be a patchwork of yourself, a bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones and though you're alone it's holding you too tightly. But Who are you? From where do you come? What do you believe in? Whom do you love?