One day soon while the doe-eyed girls swoon

At the floor where your feet sit

I'll throw you a fit

And i'll start throwing stones

And say my, how youve grown,

I just cant believe it


Turn my face to the crowd

And i'll laugh right out loud

As they spit, yeah, their teeth they just grit

On the sharp bits of sand

That I pulled from the pit

Where those cold days lay limp


You can't live with these bones

Turn them into a home

Rolled off the slim fingers of

A young girl who will roam

So you paint the walls red

And as your face hits the bed

What will you dream of
what will you dream of

My first love


I cannot be this clone you want

Nail-biting debutante, screaming
i want, oh, I want,

No these words have flown

Oh you should have known

You fucking savant


You cannot love these bones

That cannot be alone

Rolled off the slim feathers of

This unfeeling dove

So you love that instead

And as her wings hit the shed

What will you dream of?


You're pulling strings, you're pulling stunts

Your lips are preening
In the dungeon where

You built the ship that sails

Among the tallest tales

Between your teeth and wails

Over the tines and scales

That bind your feet with nails

You're stuck in time

You can't go back, my love... My love...


And this limp bird can't roam

As your mouth fills with foam

Rolled off of your slim, tender tongue

So you swallow the dread and

It fills you with lead

And as the ground holds your head

What will you dream of

Your limbs have bled dry

And the days won't be kind

They will be peaceful in time

When you speak your last line

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