Like it was a grave
I layed a bouquet of fists
Upon your chest
And I pressed, and I pressed, and I pressed
We live for every half breath
Until all That was left
Was the in and the exhale
Spinning around my head
And we made plans
Like they meant something
Plans that we held
In fragile hands
That fell from fragile hands
Your parent haven't liked me
Since I was 4 foot tall
While your mum
Measured my height with a pen
And I recall the teeth
Standing like headstones
In your fathers mouth
A crooked line of soldiers waiting
For the order to fall out
And they kissed your head
And they asked me to leave
They don't want me sharing
The air their daughter had to breathe
And you smiled at them
And you turn and you looked at me
The back of your head
Looked so disappointed as you left
And you were walking so fast
I never heard what you said
Your saying now
That you wish me luck
But never meant me
To have that much
You said fortune it never smiled on us
And we made plans
Like they meant something
Plans that we held
In fragile hands
We made plans
We made plans
We made plans
We made plans
We made plans
Like they meant something
Plans that we held
In fragile hands
That fell from fragile hands
And we made plans
Like they meant something
Plans that we held
In fragile hands
That fell from fragile hands