All My Dead Friends

All our days left on earth
All our dead friends
Will hold us like a handful
Of baby birds

Oh it's that weight that I'll carry
Us I'm thinking of
So sweet, at first blood
All of the ants come

We'll eat dirty
White hearts on the path to
The dascha

And if we're wasps dreaming winter
Under the sun
Don't go bury all of your love



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Potrykus
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