Lives The Size of An Eyelash

And now we fit in a drinking glass

Our lives the size of an eyelash

But haven't we always been low-class?

It hurts

So, fuck being brave, when every mouth is an early grave

The man on the intercom says, a family is lost somewhere in the classroom

A ghost moves into his tiny chest

Our love has no alphabet

But haven't we always been helpless?

It hurts

So, fuck being brave, when every rib is chanting his mother's name