Texty: JigGsaw. Zero Generation. Breathe.

Breathe for me while I sleep
hold me near
feel my fears
realize your eyes are lying
she's running out of time
me, I'm running out of wine
she
she's running out of time and God just might drop her
I smoke cigarettes and she likes it
she doesn't know I think she's crazy
I just smile and say \"oh, your lovely\"
she can't see her mind has left me
in this world
we walk the roofs of hell watching clouds and wishing things were well
pretty girl, awake from your dream state
your ego broke
your minds the yoke of a crushed blue robins egg

(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)