And on the days when you won't look me in the eye
I know I overcompensate
I know you're lying to me now
With almost every movement that you make
And I will not talk about it
I will no longer speak my mind
I've had three friends on fleshy strings
And I left each one of them behind
I'm moving to Wyoming
I don't know anybody there
Grey, green and blue run through me
Tell me what, but never why or where
And if I meet somebody
It will be underneath the earth
And we will float upturned
Invisible as babies before birth
I will put flowers on her
She will put feathers on my mouth
And my breath will carry us out