Pretty girls are always in a rush
Guess they've always got somewhere to be
Thought I'd find myself a room
Fill it up with sleep
But I'm finding it hard to breathe
My hair is bent from all these dreams
Blue breath from holding up the ceiling
Bones that want to let me go
I'm all they know
And I'm finding it hard to believe
There's a skin that separates me
From the night that wouldn't leave
Eyes up is this enough
A quick breath
A roller coaster in my chest
Sleep now it's been a while
A slow breath
An ocean in my chest
