"Honestly, you just gotta wing it,"
Just confess to the mess...

Seems like I never even left town
Feels like I never hit the ground...

As you stumble up to my face
The bruises on my arm start to take shape...

I'm numb as hell and I forgot
That for some reason and somehow...

We are feathers in the wind
We are feathers who have sinned...

My friends bled before me
My mother laid it out clearly...

Sticks and stone, lipstick and glamour
Questions slowly rose to clamor...

You're not the one they call truthful and bearing
The trouble, it comes from the lives you are...

I cry in your bed with a potential rose in your...
I tattoo my heart on my sleeve with an inkpad in...

I had to scrape this burning sensation off my...
I'm at the center of your lies and your wrongs...

I wanna die just to feel
How much of my pain is real...

Dedicated to everyone I love that has passed away...
When drops of Jane fall on my face...