this is what i hear & i've put some time into figuring it out
fall down the stairs,
it's been a long time since
i got my hands on your teenage poems
it's the only poison that i like.
and throwing rocks at broken windows
picking locks with
footprints from the snow
and i don't believe
you live in a library (that sails the sea)
sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)
my little bird
flew away from me
she made her home in a poor country
you're breaking branches
on your way down
to someone new to throw your arms around
the next i wake up, i want to be
in a rabbit hole
to the sound of you (making coffee)
with the warm, salty sea
it's waves crashing over me
look what you've done,
you punched a hole in the sun
now it won't shine for anyone
these are really wrong
this is what i hear & i've put some time into figuring it out
fall down the stairs, it's been a long time since i got my hands on your teenage poems it's the only poison that i like. and throwing rocks at broken windows picking locks with footprints from the snow
and i don't believe you live in a library (that sails the sea) sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)
my little bird flew away from me she made her home in a poor country you're breaking branches on your way down to someone new to throw your arms around
the next i wake up, i want to be in a rabbit hole to the sound of you (making coffee) with the warm, salty sea it's waves crashing over me
look what you've done, you punched a hole in the sun now it won't shine for anyone