Sleep doesn’t come til im filled up with air
hanging from my thumbs from the oven
like an onion dripping blood into puddles
into pools into pots into pans set to boil
all for nothing
and all I ever wanted was an angel
to lay next to
in a bed of orange peels
to be nestled out between the corn fields
from which where I share how I feel
but out here my passion is spread too thin
it’s like I love everything

Your happiness is contagious
you gotta be someone with whom we can relate
force yourself to stay awake a bit
don’t drop dead weight embrace it
soon youll be seeing your best friends
head first through broken windshields
wrapped around telephone poles and cornfields
and it's too late to
grab them by the eyelids
drag them by the ears
just to say my passion is spread too thin
it’s like I love everything.


Lyrics submitted by heatherchu, edited by Brokenprism

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