dreaming in the daytime
gather all the senseless bits
we are like broken birds
that need to sing
but can't remember how
 
so kiss me hard and fast
and call me the names
that used to mean something
let's pretend they mean something now
 
we close our eyes
and we hold our breath
and we wait until our heads get
fuzzy enough to forget
the mess that we made
but it's not working
it's not working
 
living in the past tense
try to stay inside the photos
we'll beat back the constant
urges to
take matches to this place
 
and squeeze me tight like I
might be the last piece
of floating wreckage
and I'll return the desperate embrace 
 
we close our eyes
and we hold our breath
and we wait until our heads get
fuzzy enough to forget
the mess that we made
but it's not working
it's not working

and the only sound
is the laughter
or maybe we're just crying
with our faces
in our hands

slow it down
take in all
of the rusted grinding
waiting for the
final piece to snap

we close our eyes
and we hold our breath
and we wait until our heads get
fuzzy enough to forget
the mess that we made
but it's not working
it's not working

Hold Our Breath

sorry for the gap
but I've been trapped
against the bottom of a pit

hate to make you wait
but I've been scraping through
the layers of your shit

and I could tell you pretty things
tell you I was wrong
but I'll just stand right here and bleed
I know it turns you on
you can have your way with me
break my armor bit by bit

cuz your black lungs
get me crawling from the grave

your black lungs
keep calling out my name

your black lungs
it always ends the same

with your black lungs
and my bad ways

gonna take a sec
to recollect all of 
the best ways I can kill

jog a little memory
of the enemies
and insides that I've spilled

and I could say a pretty lie
say that we've been sweet
but you know there's no better high
than screams behind our teeth
habits can be hard to die 
I guess these never will

(ref)

I can take this pretty far
and you can leave some pretty scars
we know all the ugly parts 
of all that this is

(ref)

Samantha Wrinkle's Album

Black Lungs (skin n bones draft)

A parody/joke Christmas song from the early 2000s that I recently found on my hard drive. TIS THE SEASON.

girl_named_sam

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