I sing into teacups
Because they
Drown out the noise
Down at the skate park
With my headphones on
Here come the boys
I grew a garden
Up in the sky
No temper tantrums
Cobwebs in corners
Standing on tip toes
Thinking how handsome
Getting smaller
Not trying to
The comfiest mattress
Lana’s voice is silk
It fulfills me
When I fade into blackness
Him and his hat
I adore both
Though they bring sadness
I am your fake smile
Make your wish well
Photographs are static
Applying regret
Holding together tact
Resume composure
Oh god please
Don’t you tell me
That this is over
Though they bring sadness
Though they bring sadness
When I fade into blackness
When I fade into blackness
