Every Window In Alcatraz Has A View Of San Francisco

now the wind can tear me to shreds / and my bones turn to dust / why should i keep standing if i don't even have a spine / and my bones turn to

well i suppose that this is how it goes / honey you should know that i don't let these things go / and to keep me here is to kill off your air and your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine / thought you knew sometime ago that this never was a joke / i tend to lack vision even amongst the stars

why can't someone look in my eyes / without tearing them apart / slow regressions from now to then / slow progressions from if to when

i am both terrified of everything i am and everything i will never be

i'll stay up til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep / i guess you suit me well / you suit me well / you suit me well