I woke up this morning
and my sky stayed asleep
The sky has been crying
8 days this week
With the sun fading black
and the clouds turning blue
My lungs turn to sun, barely breathe
I can hardly see you

Not
Breathing after I inhale you, not thinking this destroys me
No more a part inside for you
Not
Feeling out I know you're not there
And I'm not wondering how this makes you happy
Not
Breathing after I inhale you, not thinking this destroys me
No more a part inside for you
Not
Feeling out I know you're not there
And I'm not wondering how this makes you happy

The filament of my star has burnt out
The sky holds only two
Light bright board, and these incoherent messages
Illegibly the sky reads love and you, love and you
But WHERE AM I?

Not
Breathing after I inhale you, Not thinking this destroys me
No more a part inside for you
Not
Feeling out I know you're not there
And I'm not wondering how this makes you happy
Not
Breathing after I inhale you, not thinking this destroys me
No more a part inside for you
Not
Feeling out I know you're not there
And I'm not wondering how this makes you happy

Nothing should possess the ability to make you happy.