I've collected your letters
and put them in a place
that you don't know
and these winter words are the next big things
we'll put on a show
so if you leave
can i go?
it's your key
I guess I'm not
some woman's face down with a mexican
on the side of the road
and she said "its time for the strongest groups of could have beens
to let go"
so if I leave
will you come?
so it's a dream
if they really want
it's a firing squad
it's a firing squad
before I slept on my mattress last night
I smelled your clothes
there were flakes of skin beside your hoodie
I put them up my nose
and I know these facts are just replacement highs
so not to love
and the blue eye'd clubs still have some memberships
but we'll say no
so lets leave
then let's just go
it's a dream
a dream we'll know
they're a firing squad
they're a firing squad
they're a firing squad