I remember seeing shoulders grow smaller Like a flower turning black without water, Then we grew and we withdrew to the armour Weighing on our backs Sunday hit me in the chest like a health scare, Met the pressure on my ribs with a blank stare, All the colour washing down with the water, Circling the drain I could feel the helplessness of birds in a monsoon, But I don't feel anything, inside of this cocoon I push it down because I can't change the way things are Now I'm lying in the back of my dad's car Death reminded me that I'm not living Moths and butterflies I had never felt something so cathartic Letting go of all control I was falling Saw the sky and it was golden and violet, I'm wide open and I'm terrified I could feel the helplessness of birds in a monsoon, But I don't feel anything, inside of this cocoon I could feel the helplessness of birds in a monsoon, But I don't feel anything, inside of this cocoon