oh, fingers crossed you don't see me,
heaven forbid you hear me
today i am flying,
i have no wings but an extraordinary
sense of delusion and i feel beautiful,
does that make you happy?
i cannot keep fighting,
i give i give i give i give
i give i give i give
up
goes my heart,
strangling in my throat,
it's a false sea monster
under equally false pretenses,
i hope you know i love you
to death, til death, past death
but death is so abstract
to me, dear,
death is a seashell pressed to my ear
it is not a balloon
but i cut its strings
i cut my strings
but my skin is still whole
tonight is too dark but i
can see enough to pray
i am not too heavy to
float on.













