(no subject)
"On the glass, I traced the sun with my thumb. It sank into the ground.
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough.
Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat."
And then the stars were blinking, like kids who were staring into the wind.
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name.
Now I can play the victim. It's fine. I've seen it on TV.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I never really know enough.
Our heads, our hands, our brains, our lungs: they're just machines.
These hearts are all that we've got left, and they don't beat."