Wings

If I were made of metal
I'd have a better time
I'd feel my organs settle
Crowded space, a dark mine
A set of wired small parts
All precisely fit
No lungs behind a grey heart
Rotate timing perfect

Bumblebees in my teeth
Bleeding gums underneath
Tracing paper skin
Have a sore throat everyday
Never seems to go away
Anxiety is a part of me
It bends my jaw back on itself
Puts my eyeballs on a shelf
I'm thinking of you when I don't want to

Thinking of you, I'm thinking of you
Thinking of you when I don't want to

Wake up from a fever dream
That mango's my worst enemy
My arms sprout alien limbs
On steroids the eleventh day
The itching hasn't gone away
Insomnia is the life I lead
My brain will spiral on itself
As plants keep dying on a shelf
I'm skipping every class to hang with you

Thinking of you, I'm thinking of you
Thinking of you when I don't want to



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Marshall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link