The TV's flickering in the corner of the dingy...
I can feel your aftershocks sinking up my spine...

I know a boy
who loves a girl...

Sitting next to my friends,
Smiling, anxiety on this foul wind...

I wake up every morning
to see the contents of my maze...

So what if i'm angry
maybe i'm strong...

You stupid girl
what did you assume...

Subatomic existance,
whirling in the clouds of stars...

Angel wings and feather dusters,
history homework's sweet demise...

Oh my lips can only move so fast in
this dirty little room where...

The terra-cotta sunrise
is dripping backwards up your veins...

A pink sunset blooms
igniting this world...

Everyone wants to know how to bottle the sunrise
but i have her sitting on a page...