Worn out cardigan
Hair in bleach
After what you've bleached
It's gone
Steady air
Swings with the harmonica
Tied to your neck
It's gone
Dancing over sentiment
Sing sadly to make it feel better
Tuck your bottom lip
Under jagged pearly whites
Nails dig into your skin
It's gone
On repeat
Fearful of massive dreams
Afraid to cross the line
Hold up the flask
Fasten the mask
Then lie
Pull the blinds
Hid with picture frames in lonely arms
While you unwind
Hiding under lampshades
You're gone
Bitten sour tangerines
In hopes to get rid of blue weather
Discolorate your hands
Your plans to chip away the bookshelf overnight
Left paper cuts to talk
You mark up the days when you were wrong
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space
Nothing left to see
Nothing but space