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letra de every window in alcatraz has a view of san francisco - foxtails (indie)

[verse 1]
now the wind can tear me
to shreds
and my bones turn to dust
why should i keep standing
if i don’t even have a spine?
and my bones turn to —

well i suppose that this is how it goes
honey you should know that i don’t let these things go
and to keep me here is to k!ll off your air
and your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine
thought you knew some time ago that this never was a joke
i tend to lack vision even amongst the stars

[chorus]
why can’t someone look in my eyes
without tearing them apart?
slow rеgressions from now to then
slow progressions from if to whеn
i am both terrified of everything i am
and everything i will never be
i’ll stay up ’til sunlight
screams for me to go to f-cking sleep
i guess you suit me well
you suit me well, you suit me well
my condolences for never forgetting your name
it’s stitched in my brain so that i always feel the pain
[verse 2]
cascades of puke and blood
fell down the drain
wax and wane, wax and wane
along with past daydreams
of the sun’s embrace
wax and wane, wax and —

found naive to a certain extent
and i will never know why
i’m sick of clean skin and painless touches
why can’t i just get what i deserve?
and to keep me here is to k!ll off your air
and your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine
entwine

[chorus]
why can’t someone look in my eyes
without tearing them apart?
slow regressions from now to then
slow progressions from if to when
i am both terrified of everything i am
and everything i will never be
i’ll stay up ’til sunlight
screams for me to go to f-cking sleep
i guess you suit me well
you suit me well, you suit me well
my condolences for never forgetting your name
it’s stitched in my brain so that i always feel the pain

i’d slit my throat with a smile on my face
if it meant i could ever get out

at 2 a.m. i woke up (if only i could breathe here)
drenched in sweat (if only i could leave here)
to feel the moths (if only i could breathe here)
taking up the air (if only i could leave here)
(and to feel them in my flesh was a cutting awareness
i wish i never had learned)
it must be nice to not know (if only i could)
exactly how it feels (if only i could)
to get raped from the inside out (if only i could)
and i might as well just cry (if only i could)
and i cried
i cried
i cried
on your chest

- foxtails indie

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