she’s floating on the ceiling
watching herself cry below
she’s growing but don’t feel it
she just feels alone
she’s changing by the minute
leaving it dry on her phone
dug a grave to sleep in not knowing it’d be thrown
she cries every sunday
when the scaries kick in
dreaming of one day
when she feels like herself again
oh oh oh from the window
she looks out at the people below
fall in love
and turn to stone
leave each other in the cold
and fall apart
oh oh the storm bellows
she watches from her window
wondering why
human nature is to lie
to make each other cry
and restart
guess we’re all made of broken parts
stopped waiting for someone
to fall from the sky
learned giving up
is the right thing sometimes
she’s changing by the minute but right now
she can’t tell
dug a grave to sleep in but it might be a wishing well
oh oh oh from the window
she looks out at the people below
they fall in love
and turn to stone
they leave each other in the cold
and fall apart
oh oh the storm bellows
she watches from her window
wondering why
human nature is to lie
to make each other cry
and restart
guess we’re all made of broken parts
oh oh oh from the window
she watches the people below
fallin hard they break each others hearts
for we’re all made of broken parts
oh we’re all made of broken parts