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