Tangerine trainwreck gently crashes through my door   Okay I've damaged spreading out across the floor   He's seen the glory of the coming of the end   I see the story of my slightly perfect friend      Suspicions you rely on   The remnants you get by on   The worship you don't want from me   The parallel reality   The grief becoming virile   The prize-winning death spiral of what could be safety      Seams you held onto slipping through your fingers now   Things you belong to can no longer show you how   Inhaling barricades was all I ever knew   Exhaling solitude untangling with you      To paint a lasting token   Of beauty always broken   Pictures from a dreamed-up day   Peel off and fall away   Blaring empty spaces   New unfolding places   Bleeding through it, what could be   Could be, could be, could be      We tumble and cartwheel   Locking to collide   The wreckage will reveal   Capacity we hide      To paint a lasting token   Of beauty always broken   Pictures from a dreamed-up day   Peel off and fall away   The latent under-pannings   Assembling beginnings   Bleeding through with what could be   Could be, could be, could be