What a terrible girl
When that terrible girl is me
If you fail to feed love it eill camouflage itself cowardly
She's puppeteering the heart of a delicate man
The a coward girl is yours truly
They'll release red balloons in the sky when we die
Nurture and structure and put him to bed
No one trusts a girl who slouches
I feel complete
Satisfactory
But before you walk with ghosts
Be spontaneous again
He's having a laugh
To the tick of our clock
He's the upper hand
Half full to my heart
This humiliation makes you learn to read books
And to sew old holes
But I still can't spell
Courage
Stiff drinks half empty become warm
Stagnant
The bastard son
One more time with some feeling
Let's give it a shot
Take control of your seasons
One more time with some feeling
F**k
Let's give it a shot
Take control of your courage
And breathe
Courage
They'll release red balloons in the sky
When we die