Toppling over, I see you in the window

Red orange leaves covering your cuts

Little incisions made just for us

If you hear something like a wave, come find me

Keep those eyes shut tight, As you make yourself bleed

You've closed the shades, And now I sing outside

Hummingbird loose, different guts you collect

Only stay a month or two

Internet loves that fuck the love out of you

Dear girl, I could have their hearts. Deliver them in parts

I'm outside your window, and I can still see you