Every word hangs in my head
like a hummingbird.
It's buzzing echo's all that I heard.
Not done with this yet...think we got an angel.
Not done with this yet...
my heart beats so hard, it hurts.
Just tell me if I could be wrong, and
what is worth the work?
Is "us" worth saving? Have I put shame in the whole idea?
...and the night comes in spasm.
I sleep in my dirt.
I'm forgetful 'til my dreams replay the worst.
...and I'm not just the devil...
but didn't I bring us both to hell?
I'm not just you're devil.
My heart beats black and blue.
...in the blink of an eye, fast as a
hummingbird flying by...
