he breathes in all the fun of gasoline   shrugs his shoulders to the west   tries to take this news the best he can   with her head under his hands   understand   it's not about what he thinks   breathe in smile eyelid blink      he used to wake up with a smile   she used to wake up   a golden structure worth a seventh look   a decoration in a comic book   she found small things beautiful   an icy crack on a window sill   a burnt feather as a lonely friend   in the end      an army of miniature birds   reside in my chest   they fly as best as they can   pressing feathers to flesh   and circle   and circle    with nothing to do   bu fly away   until i'm hollow just like you      a shaky stab at perfection   do you think she'll crumble fom here on in   she's got a backbone like a bicycle ring   her vertebrae rusted and thin      card dreams    i miss your egotistic teeth   trying to suck back all the sounds   you found you never need release   just don't move   can you feel me on your shoes   trying to prove   i'm closer than you think   breathe in smile      you press on with the game   bending if it's all the same to you   in the end, is there something i can send   to help you feel worse   cause you've got no idea   just how much this hurts      an orange street lights up the sky   and coffee stains run down her eyes   he sucks a punch into his guts   and coughs his feelings up      an army of miniature birds   reside in my chest   they fly as best as they can   pressing feathers to flesh   and circle   and circle    with nothing to do   bu fly as best as they can   until i'm hollow just like you