i breathe and bleed more easily on nights with yellow moons
and all my little habits, well i stole them all for you
with the lights off i am lovely, breathing breakdowns in the air
windows open so the night paints silver in my hair
sunshine-sour smiles for that angel in the mirror
(revel in the newfound sharpness of the unfamiliar)
and i had you all along but you were never what i needed
break it to me i'm beautiful on nights when no one speaks
while we're crying pretty, pretty, concertinas of intent
dying for the depression on which we so depend
what is it that you call me so discreetly, a disgrace?
while i smile at the abandon that is strangled in your face
so slowly i am lonely i am withering away
choking on the promises you promised me you'd make
sadness is just a symptom so there must be something wrong
the scars are just aesthetic and these words are just a song
we dress all in yellow to hide in the sunlight
smiling like roses and dancing like butterflies
not screaming, it's okay, we're alright, we're just fine
half-hoping for discovery behind half-open doors
we hide shaking like summer and sobbing like storms
weather like that's a long time coming this year
i can still pretend it's winter while pretending i'm still here