Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco

now the wind can tear me to shreds
and my bones turn to dust
why should i keep standing if i don't even have a spine
and my bones turn to
well i suppose that this is how it goes
honey you should know that i don't let these things go
and to keep me here is to kill off your air and
your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine
thought you knew sometime ago that this never was a joke
i tend to lack vision even amongst the stars
why can't someone look in my eyes
without tearing them apart
slow regressions from now to then
slow progressions from if to when
i am both terrified of everything i am and everything i will never be
i'll stay up til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep
i guess you suit me well
you suit me well
you suit me well
my condolences for never forgetting your name it's
stitched in my brain so that i always feel the pain
cascades of puke and blood
fell down the drain
wax and wane
wax and wane
along with past daydreams of the sun's embrace
wax and wane
wax and
found naive to a certain extent and i will never know why
i'm sick of clean skin and painless touches
why can't i just get what i deserve
and to keep me here's to kill off your air and
your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine

i'd slit my throat with a smile on my
face if it meant i could ever get out
at 2 am i woke up drenched in sweat
to feel the moths taking up the air
it must be nice not to know exactly how
it feels to get raped from the inside out
and i might as well just cry
and i cried
i cried
i cried
on your chest