you love your friends,
and you love them, you do
and your bones rely
on every cog and screw

you reorganise the cupboards and cry a bit
you are very unsure why
you stare at the patterns on your hands
there is something empty inside

you've stolen my breath
and i want it back
i've fallen for what i'm convinced you are
waiting to pick up the slack

your sister made you a sock bunny
it's your best goddamn friend
you love whatever's real
but whatever's real ends

you've stolen my breath
and i want it back
i've fallen for what i'm convinced you are
waiting to pick up the slack