Wings

This world is out to get you
And you’re bound to fall and break apart
Feelings change, dogs die
They are not concerned
They’re here to break your heart
What is the worst thing you could say
To a child who looks your way
Discretion, motel
You don’t use your real name
She will all night
Small clips and brick wives
Make the problems gone
And out of sight
What is the worst thing you could do
To a friend who turns against you
I love your face behind the glass
But the water loves you last It loves you last, loves you last
It loves you last
What is the worst thing you could do
To amuse who will ignore you
She’s listening but not so well
She puts her makeup on
Take pleasure ripping off her wings
Make her feel the way that you feel
The way that you feel
The way that you feel
The way that you feel