I've got a warranty
That if i fall
I'll jump back wistfully
A concrete street
I'm landings king
Im born by air
A fit nightmare
And you're calling me worthless
My value's depleted
You need a replacement
I'm fit for cremation
Red eyelashes, needles for canines
Your face is scattered
All throughout my mind
And im trying to jump back into place
You're a moment of air before i disappear
I'm back at the shop thankfully
Piece me together, stitches are my queen
They spit in my face
Receipts all shreds
I'm good for what
A body had fled