Sticks & Stones

Under the song you were singing,
I can hear the hidden, I can hear the hidden words

I thought I was meant to fly but
I guess it drops just for the, guess it drops just for the birds

Remember the voices in the treetops
Couldn’t you hear what they said, couldn’t you hear the branches speak?

It told all the leaves to tell the
Other trees that they could make or hear your heartbeat
And it said

Space is hurt and when your thoughts get worse you change my scenery
Please break all of me I’m not the same person I used to be

Flowers scroll below our marches
Thoughts don’t exactly, my thoughts don’t form out words

I put them in my brain and pocket
I just want to pause the, I just want to pause the world

I feel the reservoir your lung is in
When you breathe I see it, when you breathe I see it move

My bones are made of sticks and stones
So words, words can hurt me too, words can hurt me too

Space is hurt and when your thoughts get worse you change my scenery
Please break all of me I’m not the same person I used to be
Keep me haunted it’s not what I wanted now my thoughts don’t fit
I can’t fight, I’ve never been flying, but this can’t be it