fall down the stairs

it's been a long time since

I got my hands on your teenage poems

it's the only poison that I like



I'm throwing rocks at broken windows

picking locks with footprints from the snow



and I don't believe you live in a library (that sails the sea)

sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)



my little bird flew away from me

she made her home in a poor country



you're breaking branches on your way down

just some one new to throw your arms around



the next time I wake up, I want to be

in a rabbit hole to the sound of you (making coffee)



with the warm, salty sea

its waves crashing over me



look what you've done

you punched a hole in the sun



look what you've done

you punched a hole in the sun



look what you've done

you punched a hole in the sun



now it won't shine for anyone