Cry

Lipstick paperweight
So your paperback spine won’t blow away
Too brittle to stand your body straight
And fight the wind
Skin like a cloudy day
Eyes puffy like bucket bags on your face
That shelter your pain like a hiding place
And shake your chin
And it falls
Like rain
And when it falls
You won’t feel the same
You won’t feel the pain
Heavy lungs let you breathe
In and out, like a part lucid dream (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Blurry lines decorate all you see
Through a foggy lens
Lump throat, gotta go (Gotta go)
You gotta find peace in this broken home
Salivate gums, and a runny nose
The body tense and cold
And it falls
Like rain
And when it falls
You won’t feel the same
You won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain
Ooh, you won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain
And it falls
Like rain
And when it falls
You won’t feel a thing
You won’t feel a- AHH!
(Sobbing)
You won’t feel a thing
You won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain
You won’t feel the pain