There’s a bird inside my ribcage. He screams so I’ll never forget.
I wanna smash away my sternum.
I wanna rip him from his nest.
You’d sew me back up like a garden,
and there’d be flowers in my chest.
It’d hide away his power,
and give us a place to rest.
There’s a bird inside my rib-cage.
And I wish I could just forget.
All I wanted was our garden,
I drew a line in our fault, with these worthless fucking hands.
I drew a line through this salt, so you’d connect the strands.
I drew this line in defense, of my God-damn worthless hands.
I drew a line through the salt, so you’d know my plans.