Pixie Dust on the heads of little girls who could
Grow to become any of us
Earth worms lust over the corpses of my dead friends who
Who I miss very much
And I still see their faces in my dreams
And sometimes it's still hard to breathe
Song birds hum when they're filled with contentment but there
Lately hasn't been that much
Ex lovers trust that they can't trust the things I say or do cause
I'm not worthy of their trust
But I still see their faces in my dreams
And sometimes it's still hard to breathe
And I still see their faces in my dreams
And sometimes it's still hard to breathe
And I still see their faces in my dreams
And sometimes it's still hard to breathe