i put my wings on
to catch the last bus before midnight
as if my body makes sense
this must be how birds feel
when they sink over the highway
i stand with the nurses
made of tree bark & china
we pretend we're sleeping
while each city light dies
sometimes late at night
you'd call me
saying i want to see you
like you'd say about a dead girl
by the side of the road
and well we both know insects
and we're both pretty cold
my bedroom's the junk yard
where they keep parts of the moon and
bottles of rainwater on the windowsill
to trap the dark sky
i wear the crown
i never lie
