i'm breathing with my other lungs and i'm no tthe first one to take this in
but i'm staring with last years eyes (the ones that they gave me for dreaming)
for finding homes in shells. first love the lone-star with her smashed telegraph
virtual romance
when we were in rome we didn't dance. did you dance?
i feel sick, you know?
like when we fell asleep
so this is my chance to see you before my bus leaves
i'm walking bck with my head down and my hood up so you can't trace my cheeks to my eyes
because when you see me you see so far through that when you look at me i dont exist
