Don't look away
I need to know if this is real

We burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents

Maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured

Since I replaced the I in live with an O, I can't remember who you are...

Rip the wings from a butterfly

Don't forget to breathe

If we say these words,
it will be too late to take them back.
So we hold our breathe and fold our hands,
like paper planes (and we're going to crash)

We're on our own but we're not going to run

Listen to the lullaby
Of carbon monoxide

We grew up too fast, falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags