Sticks & Stones

Under the song you were singing I can hear the hidden, I can hear the hidden words I thought I was meant to fly but I guess that job is, I guess that job's just for the birds Remember the voices in the treetops Couldn’t you hear what they said, couldn’t you hear the branches speak? It told all the leaves to tell the Other trees that they could make or hear your heartbeat And it said Space is hurt and when your thoughts get worse you change my scenery Please break all of me I’m not the same person I used to be Flowers scroll below our marches Thoughts don’t exactly, my thoughts don’t form out words I put them in my brain and pocket I just want to pause the, I just want to pause the world I feel the reservoir your lung is in When you breathe I see it, when you breathe I see it move My bones are made of sticks and stones So words, words can hurt me too, words can hurt me too Space is hurt and when your thoughts get worse you change my scenery Please break all of me I’m not the same person I used to be Keep me haunted it’s not what I wanted now my thoughts don’t fit I can’t fight, I’ve never been flying, but this can’t be it