Concrete buckles, cobwebs bloom
While angles hold their breath
In backyards, buckers overturned
Under picnic-grey skies
Determined to remain
To brave this load-bearing embrace
With bottle caps and paint shards
To confetti my escape
Will you teach me how to whistle
With a mouthful of nails?
I can hammer, I can yell
I know this ain't no paradise
But it might mean home to me
And I'll give it up when
I have five on everything
Will you teach me how to whistle
With a mouthful of nails?
I can hammer, I can yell
Will you teach me how to whistle
With a mouthful of nails?
Will you still love you if I fail?