i fell thought your floor
i fell through your floor
until my hands are solid white
My lungs are buckled tight together
My sliding drawl is like a cannonball
way up the northeast coast
and it'll break your heart
and that ghost claws at my arms
and it breaks apart your bones
it's floating urgently outside your door
ill be on my feet if you want me
ill be on my feet if you need
ill be on my feet if you want me to be More from Laura Stevenson