foxtails-every window in alcatraz has a view of san francisco

From the LP this is not for you(2015) 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 kill off your air and your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine / thought you knew sometime ago that this never was a joke / i tend to lack vision even amongst the stars 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 fucking 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 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’s to kill off your air and your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine i’d slit my throat with a smile on my face if it meant i could ever get out at 2 am i woke up drenched in sweat to feel the moths taking up the air it must be nice not to know exactly how it feels to get raped from the inside out / and i might as well just cry / and i cried / i cried / i cried / on your chest